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14 Aug 99 - 08:25 PM (#105100) Subject: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: qrs On the album "Irish to the core" there is a song(name forgotten IRISH GREEN or something)I would like to know the lyrics to.
It starts like this: Thanks qrs |
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15 Aug 99 - 12:40 AM (#105137) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: Big Mick That is a great album, if not their best!!! The song is called "The Jackets Green". I have to get this anniversary party out of the way, but if someone hasn't posted the lyrics, I will pull them off the tape in a few days. I love that arrangement with the pipes and all. Mick |
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15 Aug 99 - 09:31 AM (#105180) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: qrs Thanks Big mick! That is the name of the song!! The song is great and so are the rest of them on the album. I agree with you, it is their best album!! I could hardly wait to get my hands on the lyrics!! regards Qrs |
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16 Aug 99 - 12:23 AM (#105395) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: David Ingerson I'm not familiar with the Wolftones version but I'll send you the lyrics as printed in Patrick Galvin's Irish Songs of REsistance. They'll be along in a few minutes. I want to enter them in my own database first. |
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16 Aug 99 - 12:58 AM (#105405) Subject: Lyr Add: THE JACKETS GREEN (Michael Seanlan) From: David Ingerson Here they are: The Jackets Green By Michael Seanlan as printed in Irish Songs of Resistance Ed. Patrick Galvin When I was a maiden young and fair on the pleasant banks of the Lee No bird that in the greenwood sang was half so blithe and free, My heart ne'er leapt to flying feet, though love sang me its Queen Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men, and they wore their Jackets Green. Young Donal sat on his gallant grey like a king on a royal seat And my heart leapt out on his regal way to worship at his feet; O love had you come in those colours dressed and wooed with a soldier's mien I'd have laid my head on your throbbing breast for the sake of your Jacket Green. No hoarded wealth did my true love own save the good sword that he bore But I loved him for himself alone and the colours that he wore, For had he come in England's red to make me England's Queen I'd have roved the high green hills instead for the sake of his Jacket Green. When William stormed with shot and shell at the walls of Garryowen In the breach of death my Donal fell and he sleeps near the Treaty Stone, That breach the foeman never crossed while he swung his broadsword keen But I do not weep my darling lost for he fell 'neath the Flag of Green. When Sarsfield sailed away I wept as I heard the wild ochone, I felt then dead as the men who slept 'neath the walls of Garryowen, While Ireland held my Donal blest no wild seas rolled between, I still could fold him to my breast all robed in his Jacket Green. O Ireland, sad on they lonely soul there breaks the winter sea, But sadder and higher the wild waves roll from the hearts that break for thee, Yet grief shall come to thy heartless foes, and their thrones in the dust be seen, So Irish maids love none but those who wear the Jacket Green. Hope you enjoy singing it. |
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16 Aug 99 - 10:51 AM (#105483) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: Big Mick Well done, David. That is exactly the song that was being sought. I came on to post it meself and see that you have it done. You might want to check out the Wolfetones version. Derek Warfield's voice lends itself to this song and harmonizes wonderfully with the pipes. Mick |
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14 Aug 01 - 01:29 PM (#527814) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: Greycap I have just received the words of The Jackets Green, and I'm immensely grateful. I used to sing it some time ago and had nearly forgotten the words. Many thanks. Ellie the Cats |
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14 Aug 01 - 09:42 PM (#528245) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: Mrrzy Does this album have The Winds Are Singing Freedom? If so, I've been looking for it since, I think, 1973? Is that possible? |
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15 Aug 01 - 01:41 AM (#528377) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: nutty The lyrics are here Mrrzy THE WINDS ARE SINGING FREEDOM |
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15 Aug 01 - 07:02 AM (#528420) Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics.. From: Suffet Two Irishmen meet in a pub in Woodside, Queens -- that's in New York -- and start lamenting over the Troubles (with a cpaital T) back home. 1st Irishman: Aye, have you heard the bad news this morning from Northern Ireland? 2nd Irishman: No. Has there been another shooting? 1st Irishman: No, worse than that. 2nd Irishman: A bombing? 1st Irishman: Worse. 2nd Irishman: Worse than a bombing? What is it, mate? Tell me. 1st Irishman: The Unionists are demanding that the I.R.A. decommission the Wolfe Tones. |