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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Grace

As we gather in the chapel here
In old Kilmainham Jail,
I think about these past few weeks,
Will they say we failed?
From our schooldays, we were told
That we must yearn for liberty,
But all I want in this dark place
Is to have you here with me.

Chorus::
And Grace, just hold me 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
For we must say goodbye.

And I know it’s hard for you, my love,
To ever understand
The love I feel for this great land,
My love for this dear land.
But when Pardaig called me to his side
Down in the GPO,
I had to leave my own sick bed,
With him I had to go.

Chorus

And as the dawn is breaking,
My heart is breaking, too,
On this May morn, as I walk out,
My thoughts will be of you,
And I’ll write some words upon the wall
So everyone will know
I loved so much that I could see
His blood upon the rose.

Chorus

—-Frank and Sean O’Meara

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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Fiddler’s Green

(with Paul Shanahan accompanying)

As I walked by the dockside
One evening so fair
To view the salt waters and
Take the night air,
I heard an old fisherman singing this song:
He said, “Won’t you take me away, boys,
My time is not long”.

Chorus::  “Wrap me up
In me oilskin and jumper.
No more on the docks I’ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates
I’m takin’ a trip mates,
I’ll see you one day on Fiddler’s Green.”

Now Fiddler’s Green is a place,
I’ve heard tell,
Where the fishermen go
When they don’t go to hell,
Where the sky is all clear
And the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland
Is far, far away.

Chorus

Now I don’t want a harp, a halo—not me.
Just give me a breeze
And a good rolling sea.
I’ll play me old squeeze box
As we sail along
With the wind in the rigging
To sing me this song.

Chorus—-John Connelly

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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gas yard wall,
I dreamed a dream by the old canal,
And I kissed my girl by the factory wall.
It’s a dirty old town, a dirty old town.

I heard a siren coming from the dock,
I saw a train set the night on fire,
And I smelled the spring
On the smokey wind.
It’s a dirty old town, a dirty old town.

Clouds are drifting across the sky.
Cats are prowling on their beat.
Spring’s a girl on the street at night.
It’s a dirty old town, a dirty old town.

I’m going to make me a good sharp axe,
Shining steel, tempered in the fire,
And I’ll cut you down like an old dead tree.
It’s a dirty old town, a dirty old town.

I met my love by the gas yard wall.
I dreamed a dream by the old canal.
And I kissed my girl by the factory wall.
It’s a dirty old town, a dirty old town.
A dirty old town, a dirty old town.

—-Ewan McColl

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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Molly Malone

In Dublin’s fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!”.

Chorus:: Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying “cockles and mussels,
Alive alive oh!”.

She was a fishmonger
And sure ‘twas no wonder,
For so was her mother and father before,
And she wheeled her wheelbarrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!”.

Chorus

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end
Of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying “Cockles and mussels,
Alive, alive oh!”.

Chorus, Repeat

—-Traditional

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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Raglan Road

On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way.
And I said, “Let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day.”

On Grafton Street in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions play.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay,
Oh, I loved too much and by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret signs
That’s known to the artists
Who have known
The true gods of sound and stone.
And her words and tint without a stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I had loved, not as I should,
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.

—-Patrick Kavanagh

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___________________
Hilda Moriarty on the Origin of
‘On Raglan Road’

Patrick Kavanagh met Hilda Moriarty in 1944. She was a 22-year-old medical student at University College, Dublin. Kavanagh, who was 20 years older, became obsessed with Hilda Moriarty. His love was unrequited and she later married Donogh O’Malley (who became a Fianna Fáil Minister for Education).

In an interview filmed for the documentary ‘Gentle Tiger’, Hilda Moriarty-O’Malley, who inspired ‘On Raglan Road’, explains the origins of the poem. Actor John Kavanagh sings an extract from ‘Raglan Road’.

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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Limerick Rake

Well, I am a young fella
Who’s easy and bold.
In Castletown Connors,
I’m very well known.
In Newcastle West, I spent manys a note
On Peggy and Judy and Mary.
Me father rebuked me
For being such a rake,
For spending me time 
Iin such frolicsome ways
But I ne’er can forget
The good nature of Jane,
Agus fagaidhmididmid suid mar a ta se. (Gaelic)

If I chance for to go
To the market at Croom
With a cock in me hat, me pipes in full tune,
I am welcomed at once,
Brought up to a room
Where Bacchus is sporting with Venus.
There’s Peggy and Jane
From the town of Buree
And Biddy from Bruff and we all on a spree
Such a combing of locks
As there was about me
Agus fagaidhmididmid suid mar a ta se. (Gaelic)

Some say I’m foolish
And some say I’m wise
Being fond of the women I think is no crime
For the son of King David
Had ten hundred wives
And his wisdom was highly recorded.
When I’m on me back
And me soul is at peace,
The women will come to cry at me feet,
And their sons and their daughters
Will offer their prayers
To the Lord for the soul of their father.

—-Traditional

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LYRICS scroll down below song list for lyrics

Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Grace
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

Star of the County Down

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning in July
Down a boreen green
Came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet
From her two white feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I’d shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.

Chorus:: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I’ve seen like the sweet colleen
Is the Star of the County Down.

She’s a soft brown eye and a look so sly
And a smile like a rose in June
And you hung on each note
From her lily white throat
As she lilted an Irish tune.
At the pattern dance,
You were held in a trance
As she tripped through a reel or a jig
When her eyes she’d roll,
She’d coax upon my soul
A spud from a hungry pig.

Chorus

I’ve traveled a bit but was never hit
Since my roving career began,
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of your Rosie McCann.
With a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet in a shawl or a gown,
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.

Chorus

At the crossroads fair I’d surely be there
And I’d dance in my Sunday clothes
And I’d try sheep’s eye, and delithering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I’d smoke, no horse I’d yoke
Though my plough
With the rust turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus

—-Traditional

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