Tinwhistler, here is another one that is not a challenging range to sing, and isn't melancholy. I've never heard this one recorded, but I have the old sheet music. Email to me if you need the tune. acflynn@mcn.net

THE NEXT MARKET DAY
Ulster melody, fragment of old Tyrone ballad.

A maid goin' to Comber her markets to larn,
To sell for her mammy three hanks of fine yarn,
She met with a young man along the highway,
Which caused this young damsel to dally and stray.

Sit ye beside me, I mean ye no harm.
Sit ye beside me, this new tune to larn,
Here is three guineas your mammy to pay,
So lay by your yarn til the next market day.

They sat down together, the grass it was green,
And the day was the fairest that ever was seen,
Oh, the look in your eyes beats a mornin' o' May,
I could sit by your side til the next market day.

This young maid went home and the words that he said,
And the air that he played her still rang in her head,
She says I'll go find him by land or by sea,
Til he larns me that tune called, 'The Next Market Day'.

alice