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1. |
| 3:16 | ||||
2. |
| 5:01 | ||||
3. |
| 4:07 | ||||
4. |
| 2:54 | ||||
5. |
| 3:33 | ||||
6. |
| 3:17 | ||||
7. |
| 3:45 | ||||
A 'nion mhin o, sin anall na fir shuiri
A mhaithair mhin o, cuir na roithlean go dti me Curfa: Chorus (after each verse): Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach Dulaman na farraige, 's e b'fhearr a bhi in Eirinn Ta cosa dubha dubailte ar an dulaman gaelach Ta dha chluais mhaol ar an dulaman gaelach Rachaimid go Doire leis an dulaman gaelach Is ceannoimid broga daora ar an dulaman gaelach Broga breaca dubha ar an dulaman gaelach Ta bearead agus trius ar an dulaman gaelach O chuir me sceala chuici, go gceannoinn cior di 'S e'n sceal a chuir si chugam, go raibh a ceann ciortha Goide a thug na tire thu? arsa an dulaman gaelach Ag suiri le do nion, arsa an dulaman maorach O cha bhfaigheann tu mo 'nion, arsa an dulaman gaelach Bheul, fuadoidh me liom i, arsa an dulaman maorach |
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8. |
| 2:46 | ||||
9. |
| 3:31 | ||||
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom Being on the twenty-third of June Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom I heard a thrush singing on yon bush And the song she sang was the jug of punch What more pleasure can a boy desire Than sitting down, oh beside the fire What more pleasure can a boy desire Than sitting down, oh beside the fire And in his hand, oh a jug of punch And on his knee a tidy wench When I am dead and left in my mold At my head and feet place a flowing bowl When I am dead and left in my mold At my head and feet place a flowing bowl And every young man that passes by He can have a drink and remember I Being on the twenty-third of June Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom Being on the twenty-third of June Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom I heard a thrush singing on yon bush And the song she sang was the jug of punch 1 |
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10. |
| 2:56 | ||||
11. |
| 3:26 | ||||
12. |
| 3:30 | ||||
13. |
| 3:38 | ||||