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An Phaistin Fionn
Bedlam Boys
Dierdre's Farewell to Alba
The Devil and the Farmers Wife
The Fox
Laddie Are Ya Workin?
The Maid who Sold her Barley
The Molecatcher
Sleep of the Earth
Twa Corbies

An Phaistin Fionn

It tusa mo run, mo run, mo run
Is tusa mo run is mo ghra geal   
    You are my delight, and my comfort all night
    and I'd wrap you up tight in my arms


mo phaistin fionn is my hearts delight
her heart shines out through her two eyes so bright
and the bloom of the apple in her cheeks so bright
and her neck like the swan on a march morn bright

Oh love of my heart, my fair Phaistin
Your lips are a red as the rosen sheen
but mine have touched none other I weep
than the glass that i drank to the health of my queen

Where I in the town, where scots prevail
between two barrels of sweet brown ale
and my fond phaistin upon my knee
tis i would sing to her pleasantly

nine nights i have lain, in sorrow and pain
beneath your window love, under the rain
thinking of you, my love once again
that some whisper or thought might awaken you

kind friends and neighbors, they say that i'd go
from all the prettiest girls that I know
but from you my dear, I'll never oh no
till i lie in the coffin, stretched cold and blue



Bedlam Boys

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel

Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.

I went down to Satan's kitchen
For to get me food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on a spit a-turning.

From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye
All the sprites that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons, defend ye

My staff has murdered giants
And me bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs
And feed them to the faeries.

The spirits white as lightening
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me

And when that I’ll be mutherin’
The Man in the Moon to a powder
His staff I’ll break and his dog I’ll shake
And there’ll howl no demon louder



Deirdre's Farewell to Alba

Farewell to fair Alba, high home of the sun.
Farewell to the mountain, the cliff, and the dun.
Dun Sweeny, adieu! For my love cannot stay,
And tarry I must not, when love cries away.

Glen Vashan! Glen Vashan! Where roebucks run free,
Where my love used to feast on the red deer with me,
Where, rocked on thy waters, while stormy winds blew,
My love used to slumber. Glen Vashan, adieu!

Glendaro! Glendaro! Where birchen boughs weep
Honey dew at high noon to the nightingale's sleep.
Where my love used to lead me to hear the cuckoo,
'Mong the high bushes. Glendaro, adieu!

Glenurchy! Glenurchy! Where loudly and long
My love used to wake up the woods with his song,
While the son of the rock, from the depths of the dell,
Laughed sweetly in answer. Glenurchy, farewell!

Glen Etive! Glen Etive! Where dappled does roam,
Where I leave the green sheeling, I first called a home,
Where with me my true love delighted to dwell,
The sun made his mansion. Glen Etive, farewell!

Farewell to Inch Draynagh. Adieu to the roar
Of blue billows bursting in light on the shore.
Dun Figh, farewell! For my love cannot stay,
And tarry I must not when love cries "away."



The Devil and the Farmer's Wife

There was an old couple who lived near Hell
If they're not dead, they're living there still
The Devil, he came to the man at the plough,
"I've come for one of your family now"

Whack fol day, fol lickety, fol la dol day

"Which of my family do you like best?"
"Your scolding old wife, 'tis she I like best"
"Take her away with all o' me heart,
and I hope the two of ye never need part"

The Devil, he hoisted her onto his back
No peddler was ever so proud of his pack
He's carried her off to the gates of Hell's wall
She's out with her boot and she's flattened it all

Some devils came down to put her in a sack
She's out with her boot and she's broken their backs
The devils cried out from up on the wall
"Take her back daddy, she'll murder us all!"

The Devil returned in the tenth of the time
"Take her back, farmer, I'm changing my mind"
"What'll you give me for taking her in?"
"I offer no more than the wages of sin"

"If you want to be rid of this scolding old hen,
You'll never bedevil my family again"
The Devil did cry, the Devil did howl
But he never returned to the man at the plough

"Well, I've been a devil for most of my life,
But I ne'er was in Hell 'til I met with your wife!"




A 'níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithair mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé

Chorus (after each verse):
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, 's é b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn

Tá cosa dubha dubailte ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá dhá chluais mhaol ar an dúlamán gaelach

Rachaimid go Doire leis an dúlamán gaelach
Is ceannóimid bróga daora ar an dúlamán gaelach

Bróga breaca dubha ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá bearéad agus triús ar an dúlamán gaelach

Ó chuir mé scéala chuici, go gceannóinn cíor dí
'S é'n scéal a chuir sí chugam, go raibh a ceann cíortha

Góide a thug na tíre thú? arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Ag súirí le do níon, arsa an dúlamán maorach

Ó cha bhfaigheann tú mo 'níon, arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í, arsa an dúlamán maorach



The Fox

The fox ran out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many a-mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o town-o town-o
Many a-mile to go that night before he reached the town-o

He ran till he came to the farmers pen
The ducks and the geese were kept there and
He said "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
before I leave this town-o town-o town-o
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin before I leave this town-o

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
He threw a duck actoss his back
And he didn't mind the quack quack
And the legs all dangling down-o down-o down-o
He didn't mind the quack quack
And the legs all dangling down-o

Well the old grey woman jumped outta bed
And out the window she popped her head
Crying Johnny John the grey goose is gone
The fox is on the town-o town-o town-o
Johnny John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is on the town-o

He ran till he came to his nice warm den
And there were the little ones 8-9-10
Saying daddy daddy better go back again
It must be a mighty fine town-o town-o town-o
Daddy daddy go back again
For It must be a mighty fine town-o

The fox and his wife without any strife
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o bones-o bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o




Deep within the forest dark
Lies a beast with baleful bark
Feasting on a infant's soul
Cross its path and pay the toll

Aire! Gruagach! Aire! Gruagach!

Pass not through the village gate
Sun has set and day is late
If you walk alone at night
You meet black and grey and white

Crouched upon a rock or tree
It eats either you or me
It needs neither knife nor bowl
Drinks your blood out of your skull

Eyes to flame a fearful red
Claws to rend a body dead
Teeth to strip your white bones bare
They knit mittens from your hair

They will tan your hide for shoes
Boil your fat to grease their stews
Singing shanties to your groans
Playing pipes of hollowed bones

Run, hide, stay inside! Listen unto me!
Dark sport is the court of the Unseelie!

I have saved these words for last
Learn them well and hold them fast
Never venture from your bed
Else your very soul is dead!



Laddie, are Ya Workin’?

Darkness hangin’ in the sky in the morn
Moonlight dyin’ as the sun is reborn
Crops are swayin’ in an island of green
Hemp and teff and corn in between

Cut her low, swing her ‘round
Iron wire, tightly bound
Thresh the teff by the mornin’ lark
Lie in her arms in the still of dark
Laddie are ya workin’?

Sunlight shinin’ on the heart of the land
Crops are bendin to the part Nature planned
Who’d be thinkin’ that they’d end from that start
Cut and rent and shredded apart?

Storm clouds gather as the hands to the field
Raindrops scatter as the land’s made to yield
Body separate from its fine golden head
Stalk and sheaf and chafe for a bed

Stars are twinklin’ and the moon’s risin’ high
Dark is waitin’ for the sunlight to die
Memories harken to the Emerald Isle
Sing and sleep and dream for a while

Cut us low, swing us ‘round
Iron shackles, tightly bound
Thresh your soul by the mornin’ lark
Lie with your dreams in the dead of dark
Laddie, are ya’ workin’?



The Maid Who Sold Her Barley

It's cold and raw the north winds blow
Black in the morning early,
When all the hills were covered with snow
Oh then it was winter fairly.
As I was riding o'er the moor
I met a farmer's daughter
Her cherry cheeks and slow-black hair
They caused my heart to falter.

I bowed my bonnet very low
To let her know my meaning.
She answered with a courteous smile
Here looks they were engaging.
"where are you bound my pretty maid
It's now in the morning early?"
The answer that she made to me,
"Kind sir, to sell my barley."

"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse
And twenty more that's yearly.
You need not go to the market town
For I'll buy all your barley.
If twenty guineas would gain the heart
Of the maid I love so dearly,
All for to tarry with me one night
And go home in the morning early."

As I was riding o'er the moor
The very evening after,
It was my fortune for to meet
The farmer's only daughter.
Although the weather being cold and raw
With her I thought to parley
The answer that she made to me,
"Kind sir, I've sold my barley."



The Molecatcher

In Wellington town at the sign of the plough
There lived a molecatcher, shall I tell you now?
He had a young wife, she was buxom and gay,
And she and another young farmer did play

Lo til lie day, lo til lie little, li lo til lie day

Well, the farmer he knocked on her door and did say
"Where is the molecatcher, good woman, I pray?"
"He's out catchin' moles, love, you need have no fear"
But she didn't know the molecatcher was near

Well, he crept up the stairs in the midst of their frolic
The molecatcher caught him right up by the jacket
"I've been a molecatcher for most of my life
But here's the best mole I ever caught with my wife"

"Well, I'll make you pay dearly for tilling my ground
I'll take from your pocket a full twenty pound"
"Twenty pound," says the farmer, "I really can't mind,
It only works out about tuppence a time"



Sleep of the Earth (round)


Sleep of the earth of the land of faerie
Deep is the lore of Canuk no sidhe
Hail be to they of the forest gentry
Pale dark spirits help us free

White is the dust of the state of dreaming
Light is the mixture to make one still
Dark is the powder of death's redeeming
Mark but that one pinch can kill.



Twa Corbies

As I went a-walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies makin' mane;
The tane unto the tither did say-o,
"Where sall we gang an' dine the day-o?"

"In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
An' naebody kens that he lies there-o
But his hawk, an' his hound an' his lady fair-o"

"His hound is to the huntin gane,
His hawk tae fetch the wild fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en anither mate-o,
So we may mak our dinner sweet-o"

"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
An' I'll pike out his bonny blue een,
An' wi' a lock of his gowden hair-o
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare-o."

"Mony a one for him maks mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Ower his white bones when they are bare-o
The wind sall blow for evermair-o."




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