Karan Casey accompanied by CaoimhínVallely (piano), Kate Ellis (cello), and Ross Martin (guitar) in the mine Erlebnisbergwerk Glueckauf in Sondershausen, Germany, November 1, 2008.
Dunlavin Green
In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight
A sorrowful tale, but the truth unto you I'll relate
Thirty-six heroes to the world they were left to be seen
By a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you, Saunders, for you did our lands betray
You said a parade would be held on that very same day
Drums, they did rattle and their pipes, they did sweetly play
Surrounded we were and privately marched away
Quite easy they led us like prisoners through the town
To be shot on the plain, where we first were forced to kneel down
Grief and such sorrow were never before there seen
When the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green
There is young Matty Farrell who has plenty of cause to complain
Likewise the two Duffys who were shot down upon the plain
Young Andy Ryan, his mother distracted will run
For the loss of her darling, her only beloved son
Some of our boys to the hills, they are going away
Some of them shot and more of them going to sea
Michael Dwyer in the mountains to Saunders, he owes a spleen
For loss of his brother who was shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you, Saunders, bad luck may you never shun
May the widow's curse melt you like snow in the noonday sun
Cries of the orphans, their murmurs you cannot screen
For the loss of their fathers who were shot on Dunlavin Green
In the year of one thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight
A sorrowful tale, but the truth unto you I'll relate
Thirty-six heroes to the world they were left to be seen
By a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green
Maidin Luan Chincíse
Maidin Luan Chincíse labhar an síofra sa ngleann
Do bhailíodar na cága chun ábhacht a dheanamh ann
Do chruinníomar ina dtimpeall is do lasamar ár dtinte
Is do thógamar ceo draíochta go haoibheann ós a gceann
Is mó baile margaidh is cathair aoibhinn cheoil
Agus cúirt agus na Sasanaigh chun seasamh ann 'n ár gcomhar
Beir scéala cruinn abhaile uainn Dé Domhnaigh go dtí an Aifreann
Gur chun sléibhe a chuireadh chun realta sinn 'n ár seasamh ins an gleo
Do tháinig aniar ó Chonnacht chughainn céad is mile laoch
An oiread céanna ó Ulaidh chughainn i bhfoirm cheart 'is i bhfaobhar
Suaimhneas lae níor tugadh dóibh gur bhuaileamar bualadh 'is fiche orthu
Mo léan mar sileadh fuil 'is coirp ár bhfear i ndeireadh lae
Beir scéala suas chun Mumhan uainn a run ghil 's a stór
Agus inis an scéal faoi chumha dhóibh go bhfuil an sciúirse 'nár gcomhar
Is mó leanbh fireann fionn geal agus ainnir mhilis mhúinte
Is ógfhear cliste lúfar san úir uainn ag feo
Mo léan ar an Mumhain nár éirigh nuair d'adhnamar an gleo
Faoi airm ghreanta ghreadhnmhar i bhfagairt acu 'nár gcomhar
D'fhágadar go tréith sinn is neart ár namhad 'nár dtimpeall
Ach grá mo chroí na Laighnigh b'iad d'adhain an tine leo
I Once Loved a Lass
I once loved a lass and I loved her so well
I hated all others who spoke of her ill
But now she's rewarded me well for my love
She's gone to be wed to another
I watched as my love did to the church go
With bride and bride-maidens she made a fine show
And I followed her on with a heart full of woe
To see my love be wed to another
To see my love be wed to another
I watched as my love did sit down to dine
I sat down beside her and I poured out the wine
And I drank to the wee lass that should have been mine
But now she is wed to another
"Well, stop," says the groomsman, "If you take my word
Would you venture your life on the point of a sword?
For courting too slowly you have lost this fair maiden
Begone, you will never enjoy her
Begone, you will never enjoy her"
Now the lads of the forest, they ask it of me
"How many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea?"
And I answer them back with a tear in my eye
"How many ships sail in the forest?"
Go dig me a grave all large, wide and deep
And cover it over with wild flowers sweet
And lay me down gently for to take my long sleep
And that's the best way to forget her
So we dug him a grave all large, wide and deep
And covered it over with wild flowers sweet
And we laid him down gently for to take his long sleep
And maybe by now he's forgotten
And maybe by now he's forgotten
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