Lyr Req: Jackets Green (Wolfe Tones)

Subject: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: qrs
Date: 14 Aug 99 - 08:25 PM

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:
When I was a maiden fair and young,
on the .... banks of the Lea..

Thanks

qrs

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: Big Mick
Date: 15 Aug 99 - 12:40 AM

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

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: qrs
Date: 15 Aug 99 - 09:31 AM

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

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: David Ingerson
Date: 16 Aug 99 - 12:23 AM

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.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE JACKETS GREEN (Michael Seanlan)
From: David Ingerson
Date: 16 Aug 99 - 12:58 AM

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.

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: Big Mick
Date: 16 Aug 99 - 10:51 AM

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

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: Greycap
Date: 14 Aug 01 - 01:29 PM

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

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: Mrrzy
Date: 14 Aug 01 - 09:42 PM

Does this album have The Winds Are Singing Freedom? If so, I've been looking for it since, I think, 1973? Is that possible?

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: nutty
Date: 15 Aug 01 - 01:41 AM

The lyrics are here Mrrzy

THE WINDS ARE SINGING FREEDOM

Subject: RE: Wolfetones lyrics..
From: Suffet
Date: 15 Aug 01 - 07:02 AM

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.