Lyr Req: 4 Wolfe Tones songs

Subject: wolfetone songs
From: dennis
Date: 29 Jan 97 - 07:33 AM

Looking for lyrics to several songs I heard on an old wolfetones album: Snowy Breasted Pearl, Sean South of Garryowen, Twice Daily, and For Ireland I'd not tell her name. UP KERRY!

Subject: Lyr Add: SNOWY BREASTED PEARL^^
From: Thomas Paulsson
Date: 29 Jan 97 - 03:52 PM

Hello Dennis I hope this is the one I found it in Soodlums selection of Irish ballads

There's Collen fair as May for a year and for a day
I have sought by every way her heart to gain.
There's no art of tongue or eye, fond youths with maidens try
But I've tried with ceaseless sighs yet tried in vain
If to France or far off to Spain she'd cross the watery main
To see her face again the seas I'd brave
For if 'tis heavens decree that mine she may not be
May the Son of Mary me in mercy save

Oh thou blooming milk-white dove,
To whom I've given true love,
Do not ever reprove my constancy;
There are maidens would be mine, with wealth in land or kine,
If my heart would but incline to turn from thee;
But a kiss with welcome bland, and a touch of thy fair hand,
Are all that I demand would'st thou not spurn,
For if not mine dear girl, oh snowy breasted pearl,
May I never from the fair with life return

line breaks fixed by mudelf ;-)

Subject: Lyr Add: Sean South of Garryowen
From:
Date: 29 Oct 01 - 08:00 PM

Sean South of Garryowen

'Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone (And Tyrone!!)
But the leader was a Limerick man -
Sean South from Garryowen.
 
And as they moved along the street
Up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might meet
Their fate that lay in store
They were fighting for old Ireland's cause
To claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South of Garryowen.
 
But the sergeant spoiled their daring plan
He spied them through the door
The Sten guns and the rifles
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was passed
Two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the border
And one from Garryowen

Subject: Lyr Add: For Ireland, I'll Not Tell Her Name
From:
Date: 29 Oct 01 - 08:05 PM

For Ireland I'd Not Tell Her Name
Words: Traditional - From the Gaelic
Melody: Traditional

One eve as I happened to stray
By the lands that were bordering mine
A young girl I saw on my way
Who left me to languish and pine,
A slave of the charm and the mien
And the silver-toned voice of the dame,
To meet her I sped over the green,
Yet for Ireland I'd not tell her name.
 
Would she list to my love laden voice
That pledges but vows to the fair,
Would she make me for ever her choice
Her wealth would increase with my care;
I'd sing her our poet's sweetest lays.
Press close to my wild heart the dame,
Devote to her beauty the bays,
Yet for Ireland I'd not tell her name,
 
A maiden, young, tender refined,
By the lands that are bordering mine,
Hath graces and virtue of mind
And features surpassingly fine;
Blended amber and yellow compose
The ringleted hair of the dame,
Oh, her cheeks have the bloom of the rose,
Yet for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

Subject: RE: wolfetone songs
From:
Date: 29 Oct 01 - 08:06 PM

Looks like the Sean South of Garryowen is actually in the DT, as just Sean South

Subject: RE: wolfetone songs
From: Wolfgang
Date: 30 Oct 01 - 07:51 AM

Before someone posts twice daily, here's a link: Twice daily

Wolfgang