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In the City of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming Of the hills of Donegal 1847 was the year it all began Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land They journeyed not for glory Their motive wasn't greed A voyage of survival across the stormy sea To the City of Chicago As the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming Of the hills of Donegal Some of them knew fortune Some of them knew fame More of them knew hardship And died upon the plain They spread throughout the nation They rode the railroad cars Brought their songs ant music to ease their lonely hearts To the City of Chicago As the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming Of the hills of Donegal |
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| 4:05 |
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INTRO: Fingerpick [Em-C-D-Em] [Em]True you ride the finest horse [C] I've ever seen [D]Standing sixteen one or two with [Em]eyes wild and green You ride the horse so well [C] hands light to the touch [D]I could ne---ver go with you no matter how I [Em]wanted to CHORUS [Em]Ride on, [C] see you, [D]I could ne---ver go with you no matter how I [Em]wanted to When you ride into the night without a trace behind Run your claw along my gut, one last time I turn to face an empty space, where once you used to lie And look for a spark that lights the dark Through a teardrop in my eye Chorus |
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| 3. |
| 5:32 |
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Ten years before I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid From every corner of the world came sailing The Fifth International Brigade They came to stand beside the Spanish people To try and stem the rising fascist tide Franco's allies were the powerful and wealthy Frank Ryan's men came from the other side Even the olives were bleeding As the battle for Madrid it thundered on Truth and love against the force of evil Brotherhood against the fascist clan Viva la Quinta Brigada "No Pasaran", the pledge that made them fight "Adelante" is the cry around the hillside Let us all remember them tonight Bob Hilliard was a Church of Ireland pastor Form Killarney across the Pyrenees he came From Derry came a brave young Christian Brother Side by side they fought and died in Spain Tommy Woods age seventeen died in Cordoba With Na Fianna he learned to hold his gun From Dublin to the Villa del Rio Where he fought and died beneath the blazing sun Viva la Quinta Brigada "No Pasaran", the pledge that made them fight "Adelante" is the cry around the hillside Let us all remember them tonight Many Irishmen heard the call of Franco Joined Hitler and Mussolini too Propaganda from the pulpit and newspapers Helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew The word came from Maynooth, "support the Nazis" The men of cloth failed again When the Bishops blessed the Blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire As they sailed beneath the swastika to Spain Viva la Quinta Brigada "No Pasaran", the pledge that made them fight "Adelante" is the cry around the hillside Let us all remember them tonight This song is a tribute to Frank Ryan Kit Conway and Dinny Coady too Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh Bonar Though many died I can but name a few Danny Boyle, Blaser-Brown and Charlie Donnelly Liam Tumilson and Jim Straney from the Falls Jack Nalty, Tommy Patton and Frank Conroy Jim Foley, Tony Fox and Dick O'Neill Viva la Quinta Brigada "No Pasaran", the pledge that made them fight "Adelante" is the cry around the hillside Let us all remember them tonight |
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| 4:31 |
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How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy. Here we are in the County Clare It's a long, long way from here to there. There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher, the Tulla and the Kilfenora, Miko Russell, Doctor Bill, Willy Clancy, Noel Hill. Flutes and fiddles everywhere. If it's music you want, You should go to Clare. CHORUS Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Everybody needs a break, Climb a mountain or jump in a lake. Some head off to exotic places, Others go to the Galway Races. Mattie goes to the South of France, Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance. A cousin of mine goes potholing, A cousin of heres loves Joe Dolan. Summer comes around each year, We go there and they come here. Some jet off to ... Frijiliana, But I always go to Lisdoonvarna. CHORUS I always leave on a Thursday night, With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight. I like to hit Lisdoon, In around Friday afternoon. This gives me time to get me tent up and my gear together, I don't need to worry about the weather. Ramble in for a pint of stout, you'd never know who'd be hangin' about! There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin, And a German looking for Liam Og O'Floinn. And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald, Gettin' their photos taken for the Sunday World. Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand, And they drinkin' pints to bate the band. ( why would'nt they for Jasus sake are'nt they getting it for nothing) CHORUS The multitudes, they flocked in throngs To hear the music and the songs. Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans, With bottles - barrels - flagons - cans. Mighty craic. Loads of frolics, Pioneers and alcoholics, PLAC, SPUC and the FCA, Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA. Hairy chests and milk-white thighs, mickey dodgers in disguise. Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs, Massage parlours in horse boxes. There's amhrans, bodhrans, amadans, Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus freaks, RTE are makin' tapes, takin' breaks and throwin' shapes. This is heaven, this is hell. Who cares? Who can tell? (Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?) CHORUS A 747 for Jackson Browne, They had to build a special runway just to get him down. Before the Chieftains could start to play, Seven creamy pints came out on a tray. Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan, Sean Cannon did the backstage cookin'. Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game", Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain". Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields, Together singin' "The Four Green Fields". Van the Man and Emmy Lou, Moving Hearts and Planxty too! CHORUS Everybody needs a break, Climb a mountain or jump in a lake. Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee, Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea. But I like the music and the open air, So every Summer I go to Clare. Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana, Can hold a match to Lisdoonvarna. CHORUS |
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"Look at the dying soldier", I heard someone whisper, then i saw the blood come through my shirt.
Am i going to die here? I don't wanna die here! Someone come and pick me from the dirt. (Refrain) I don't belong here, i don't wanna die here, Oh no! I don't belong here, don't let me die here, Oh no! My hands are gettin' colder, My thoughts are growing weaker, this must be the way it is. Stop the shootin', don't ya see i'm dying? Someone come and say a prayer. (Refrain) My eye's are closin', i see someone comin', he turns his back and runs away. They stop shootin', it started rainin', This must be the way. (Refrain) I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days. I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days. I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days. (Instrumental) |
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| 3:47 |
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In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry. For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our feckles we carried In the rusty iron chains we cried for our wanes Our good women we left there in sorrow As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled At the English and the thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil As down below decks we were lying. O'Docherty's scream woke him out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying. The sun burned cruel and we dished out the gruel Dan O'Connor was down with the fever Sixty rebels today bound for botany bay How many would reach there this evening? Refrain: Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry. Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry. I cursed them to hell, as our bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight Wild horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls into Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea we were now 43 We buried our comrades each morning And in our own slime, we were lost in the time Endless night without dawning 1x Refrain Van diemens land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond My comrades' ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came and I'm still the same On a cold winters night you will find me. 2x refrain |
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The least we can do, is make the world a better place
Not just for the few, but for the human race To end wars and quarrels, make John Lennon's dream come true To build a new set of morals, It's the least we can do. Show some love and compassion, when people are feeling low Make it not just a fashion, that may come and go Bring an end to oppression, 'cos it imprisons the truth And be free with expression, It's the least we can do. So follow his rainbow, deep into the evening sun And pray that its colours, will blend together as one Seek and we may find, the dream he loved to pursue A peace for all mankind, it's the least we can do. |
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