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Thread #1041 Message #2166980
Posted By: Susan A-R
08-Oct-07 - 10:26 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: An Buachaill Caol Dubh
Subject: RE: An Buachaill Caol Dubh
I'm also looking for a more accurate rendition of this. Johnny Doyle includes a version of this, sung by his father, on his Evening Comes Early recording. I have many of the lyrics in my head, but loaned a friend the cd and he managed to lose the jacket with the lyrics on it. Here's the very approximate lyrics I am able to remember.
When I go to the market to make a purchase I grasp my earnest money within my hand A dark slender boy still seeks and searches til he slipps beside me, sedate and bland. 'tis not long after, my senseless laughter Will reach the rafters and I'm left prone When I've paid what's owing, even though it's knowing seven months without a shirt I am going My money gone
is tall and festive, clever and learned, of comely mein But he has left me and in pain bereft me of all my fortune, sheep and kyne Were I to travel to france ? Or back across to Inishmore Swift as the swallow my track he would follow untill on the morrow I would find him there. I'm pretty much missing the second verse and first half of the third here.
The faerie queen of ? met us out roaming Near the ?? and she told the lad if he would me abandon that she would grant him a hundred ? The slim boy answered in tones of banter It was ne'er his fancy to lose a friend over hill and over hollow that he would follow a soak so mellow until the end.