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She is the Belle of Belfast City / I’ll Tell me Ma / lyrics mp3

May 28, 2009

She is the Belle of Belfast City / I’ll Tell me Ma

She is the Belle of Belfast City mp3

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
Knock on the door and they ring the bell
Oh my true love, are you well?

Here she comes, as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
Old Johnny Mary she says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the boy with the roving eye.

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
She’ll get her own boy, by and by

When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma ’till she comes home,
Let the boys stay as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

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Molly Malone / Cockles and Mussels / lyrics mp3

May 28, 2009

Molly Malone or Cockles & Mussels or In Dublins fair city

Molly Malone or Cockles & Mussels or In Dublins Fair City mp3

  1. In Dublin’s fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh”!

Chorus:
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh”!

2. Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh”!
Chorus:

3. She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh”!
Chorus:

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She Moved Through the Fair – lyrics wav mp3

May 26, 2009

She Moved Through the Fair – lyrics wav mp3

Richard Brennan kindly invited me to teach Alexander Technique & singing at his training course in Galway last week. I had a truly wonderful time.
Here are the students and I singing that beautiful and haunting Irish ballad She Moved Through the Fair.  
I’m really hoping to hear a few more songs from that direction.
Here is the downloadable version She Moved Through the Fair – wav

She Moved Through the Fair

My young love said to me,
“My mother won’t mind
And my father won’t slight you
For your lack of kind”
And she stepped away from me
And this she did say:
“It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day”

She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
With one star awake
Like the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake

The people were saying,
“No two e’er were wed
But one had a sorrow
That seldom was said”
And I smiled as she passed by
With her goods and her gear,
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear.

I dreamed it last night,
That my young love came in
So softly she stepped that
Her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
“It will not be long, love,
‘Til our wedding day”