Song Lyrics

GRACE
(O'Meara/O'Meara)

As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmanhaim Jail
I think about these past few weeks, oh, will they say we failed
From our school days they have told us we must yearn for Liberty
But all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me

Chorus:
Oh, Grace just hold in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love, so we must say good bye

Now, I know it's hard for you, my love, to ever understand
The love I bare for these brave men, my love for this dear land
But when Padric called me to his side down in the GPO
I had to leave my own sick bed to him I had to go

Chorus

Now, as the dawn is breaking my heart is breaking too
As I walk out on this may morn, my thoughts will be of you
So write these words upon the wall so everyone will know
I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose

Chorus

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THE GREEN AND RED OF MAYO
(Moran/Carton)

Oh the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still
Its soft and craggy boglands, its tall majestic hills
Where the ocean kisses Ireland and the wave caress the shore
The feeling that comes over me, to say forevermore, forevermore

For its rolling coastal waters you can see Croagh Patrick's Peak
Where one Sunday every summer the pilgrims climb the reek
Where Saint Patrick in his solitude looked down across Clew Bay
With the ringing of the bells called the faithful there to pray, there to pray

Take me to Clare Island the home of Granuaile
Its waters harbor fishes from the herring to the whale
And now I must departed it and reality is plain
May the time not pass so slowly until I set sail again, set sail again

Oh the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still
Its soft and craggy boglands, its tall majestic hills
Where the ocean kisses Ireland and the wave caress the shore
The feeling that comes over me, to say forevermore, forevermore

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THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE
(Eric Bogle)

How do you do, young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here, by your grave side
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your grave stone your were only nineteen,
When joined the great fallen in 1915
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene

Chorus:
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and Chorus
Did the pipes play "The Flowers of the Forest"

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind,
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in 1915,
In some faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Or are you stranger without even a name,
Enclosed there forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph torn, battered and stained,
Fading to yellow in a brown leather frame
Chorus

Willie McBride I can't help wonder why,
Did all those that died there, know why they died
Did they believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that the war would end war
For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory the pain,
The killing and dying were all done in vain
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again and again, and again and again
Chorus

The sun now it shines on the green fields of France,
There's warm summer's breeze makes the red poppies dance
The trenches are vanished, long under the plow,
There's no gas, there's no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard, it's still no man's land,
A thousand white crosses, in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation butchered and damned
Chorus

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THE GREEN ISLAND
(Jimmy Crowley)

Nobody knows the answers,
As the dark clouds keep rolling each day
Casting a shadow upon us,
From Antrim to sweet Bantry Bay
In their droves all the people are leaving, sure,
'Tis worse than the black forty-four
When they sailed away over the ocean,
With their dreams and their lonely sea stores

Chorus:
What a legacy, such a tragedy,
Thousands are sailing good bye
The land of the eagle is calling,
As we leave the Green Island, good bye

And it's only six hours to Boston,
And if you serve your time on the plane
In no time at all you're a chippie,
As good as the best at the game
In Sally O'Brien's we'll be dancing,
But we'll go back someday maybe when
The blue moon it hangs over Durse,
And the river runs up Spancil Hill

Chorus:
What a legacy, such a tragedy,
Thousands are sailing good bye
The land of the eagle is calling,
As we leave the Green Island, good bye

Is this a good time to remember
The brave men and women who died
Whose vision is misrepresented
By shadows who flicker and hide
They dish out their perks and their pensions,
While the big fell turns in his grave
To see the bright diamonds and jewels,
Cast down the cold crest of a wave

Chorus:
What a legacy, such a tragedy,
Thousands are sailing good bye
One last, long look cast behind us,
As they bid the Green Island good bye
As they bid the Green Island good bye

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GREENLAND WHALE FISHERY
(Traditional)

In eighteen hundred and forty-four, on March the eighteenth day
We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys
And for Greenland bore away

The lookout on the mainmast stood, the ice was in his eye
There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whale fish he cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
And she blows at every span

The Captain stood on the quarter-deck, a spy-glass in his hand
Overhaul, overhaul, let your jib sheets fall
And go put your boats to sea, brave boys
And go put your boats to sea

The boats were lowered, with men on board, the whale was full in view
Resolved, resolved was each whaler man bold
For to steer where the whale fish blew, brave boys
For to steer where the whale fish blew

The harpoon struck and the line played out, one single flash of his tail
He capsized our boat and we lost five men
And we did not catch the whale, brave boys
And we did not catch the whale

The losing of these five jolly men, it grieved our Captain sore
The losing of that sperm whale fish
Now this grieved him ten times more, brave boys
Now this grieved him ten times more

"Up anchor now," the Captain he cried, "for the winter stars do appear."
"And it's time we left this cold country,"
"And for England we shall steer, brave boys."
"And for England we shall steer."

For Greenland is a barren land, a land that bares no green
But there's ice and snow and the whale fishes blow
And the daylight's seldom seen, brave boys
And the daylight's seldom seen

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THE GRESFORD DISASTER

You've heard of the Gresford Disaster,
Of the terrible price that was paid;
Two hundred and forty two colliers were lost,
And three of the rescue brigade.

It occurred in the month of September
At three in the morning the pit
Was racked by a violent explosion
In the Dennis where gas lay so thick.

Now the gas in the Dennis deep section
Was heaped there like snow in a drift,
And many a man had to leave the coal-face
Before he had worked out his shift.

Now a fortnight before the explosion,
To the shotfirer Tomlinson cried,
"If you fire that shot we'll be all blown to hell!"
And no one can say that he lied.

Now the fireman's reports they are missing
The records of forty-two days;
The collier manager had them destroyed
To cover his criminal ways.

Down there in the dark they are lying.
They died for nine shillings a day;
They have worked out their shift and now they must lie
In the darkness until Judgment day.

Now the Lord Mayor of London's collecting
To help out the children and wives;
The owners have sent some white lilies
To pay for the poor colliers' lives.

Farewell all our dear wives and children
Farewell all our comrades as well,
Don't send your sons down the dark dreary pit
They'll be doomed like the sinners in hell.

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THE GUNNER MCGEE
(Pete St. John)

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town
And the moon took me out for a gargle
In me old Sam Brown belt and brimmer of felt
I'd go down by the banks of the Dargle
I was only a boy, and me gun was a toy
And how I grew up was a marvel
But history was made of the games that we played
Down by the old river Dargle

Chorus:
It's one, two and three, I'm the Gunner McGee
I live by me wits and the gargle
Yet attained o' a three, say a small glory be
For McGee and the boys of Dargle

When the risin' went down in old Dublin Town
There was none took me out for a gargle
And the men in the street they just spit through their teeth
At McGee and the boys of Dargle
They could not understand all the fine things we planned
It made Lloyd George stand back and marvel
And they talked of their pride, while James Connolly died
For the dreams that we dreamed on the Dargle

Chorus

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town
And the moon took me out for a gargle
I'd go down by a drain full of rubbish and shame
That once was the proud river Dargle
Sure it's one, two and three, I'm the Gunner McGee
No longer a threat or a marvel
For what to me is the same thing you see
That's happened the proud river Dargle

Chorus
Chorus

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THE GYPSY MAIDEN
(Dick Farrelly)

She was young, she was fair and her long flowing hair
With the wild tints of autumn were laden
And the joy of her tribe is how I would describe
This beautiful Gypsy maiden

Now this fine country squire, found his heart all a fire
On the day that he met her in the Boreen
I will give you command of my riches and my land
If you'll wed me, my pretty astoreen

Chorus:
Oh, I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion of gold truly laden
Oh, I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir
Said the beautiful Gypsy maiden

Then he showed her his land and the wedding was planned
And he showed her his mansion all over
But this young Gypsy maid was nervous and dismayed
For at heart she was still a Gypsy rover

Chorus:
Oh, I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion of gold truly laden
Oh, I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir
But we'll wed said the Gypsy maiden

Came the wonderful day, she was lovely and gay
To the church came the tribes all parading
Our fair prize you can't win, for she's not your kith or kin
Stay away from the Gypsy maiden

Chorus:
Oh, I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir
Or your mansion of gold truly laden
Oh, I don't care a straw for your lands my good sir
And you'll ne'er wed the Gypsy maiden

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