Karan Casey - Dunlavin Green / Maidin Luan Chincise / I Once Loved A Lass_part1 video free download

Karan Casey accompanied by Caoimhi­n Vallely (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