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Playlist of Irish Descendants

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    Irish Descendants - Come Out Ye Black And Tans

    3:09

    Lyrics:

    I was born in the Dublin street
    Where the loyal drums do beat,
    And the loving English feet walked all over us;
    And every single night when me dad would come home tight,
    He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus:

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Come tell us how you slew
    Them ol' Arabs two by two,
    Like the Zulus they had knives and bows and arrows;
    Of how bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun,
    And you frightened all the natives to the marrow.

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Come let us hear you tell
    How you slammed the brave Parnell,
    And taught him well and truly persecuted;
    Where are the stares and jeers that you proudly let us hear,
    When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Oh! Come out you British Huns,
    Come out and fight without your guns,
    Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry;
    You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again,
    So get out of here and take your bloody army.

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Oh! Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

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    Irish Descendants - Rocky Road to Dublin

    5:30

    Lyrics:

    In the merry month of June, From me' home I started,
    Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and broken hearted,
    Saluted father dear, Kissed me' darlin' mother,
    Drank a pint of beer, Me' grief and tears to smother,
    Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born,
    Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
    Bought a pair of brogues, Rattled o'er the bogs,
    Frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.

    One, two, three, four five,
    Hunt the hare and turn her
    Down the rocky road
    And all the ways to Dublin,
    Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

    While in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
    Started by me' lake, Me' spirit is bright and cheery
    Took a drop of the pure, To keep me' heart from sinkin',
    That's the Paddy's cure, When ever he's on for drinking.
    To see the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,
    At me' curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
    Asked if I was hired, Wages I required,
    Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

    One, two, three, four five,
    Hunt the hare and turn her
    Down the rocky road
    And all the ways to Dublin,
    Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

    [Interlude]

    Well, in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity,
    To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
    So then I took a stroll, Down among the quality,
    Bundle it was stole, And in a neat locality;
    Something crossed me' mind, Then I looked behind;
    No bundle could I find, Upon me' stick a wobblin'.
    Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me' Connacht brogue,
    Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

    One, two, three, four five,
    Hunt the hare and turn her
    Down the rocky road
    And all the ways to Dublin,
    Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

    While, From there I got away, Me' spirits never failin'
    Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was sailin';
    Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
    Then I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
    Then down among the pigs, Played some hardy rigs,
    Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
    When off Holyhead, Wished me' self was dead,
    Or better farther instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

    One, two, three, four five,
    Hunt the hare and turn her
    Down the rocky road
    And all the ways to Dublin,
    Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

    The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
    Called me' self a fool; I could no longer stand it;
    Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
    Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
    Hurrah my soul, sez I, Shillelagh I let fly;
    Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
    With a loud hurray, Joined in the affray.
    Quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

    One, two, three, four five,
    Hunt the hare and turn her
    Down the rocky road
    And all the ways to Dublin,
    Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

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    Irish Descendants - Eileen Og

    4:06

    Lyrics:

    Oh, Eileen Og and that the darlin's name is
    Oh, through the Barony her features they were famous
    And, if we loved her then who was there to blame us
    For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore?
    But her beauty made us all so shy
    Not a man could look her in the eye
    And boys, oh boys, sure that's the reason why
    We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore

    And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,
    Ever since the day you wandered far away
    And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea
    But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

    Now, friday at the fair of Ballintubber
    Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber
    I'd like to set me mark upon the robber
    For he stole away the Pride of Petravore
    Now, he never seemed to see the girl at all
    Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl
    Looking big and masterful when she was looking small
    Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore

    And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,
    Ever since the day you wandered far away
    And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea
    But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

    And, so it went as it was in the beginning
    Eileen Og was bent upon the winning
    And, Big McGrath contentedly was grinning
    Being courted by the Pride of Petravore
    Says he: I know a girl that could knock you into fits
    At that Eileen nearly lost her wits
    And the upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits
    With his arm around the Pride of Petravore

    And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,
    Ever since the day you wandered far away
    And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea
    But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

    And boys, oh boys, ye' with fate it's hard to grapple
    And of my eye, sure Eileen was the apple
    And, now to see her walking to the chapel
    With the hardest featured man in Petravore
    Oh now, boys, this is all I have to say:
    When you do your courting make no display
    If you want them to run after you, just walk the other way
    For they're mostly like the Pride of Petravore

    And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey,
    Ever since the day you wandered far away
    And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea
    But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore

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    Irish Descendants - Raggle Taggle Gypsy

    3:40

    Lyrics:

    There were three old gypsies; came to our hall door
    They came brave and bold-ee-oh
    And there's one sang high and the other sang low
    And the lady sang the Raggle Taggle gypsie-oh

    It was upstairs and downstairs the Lady went
    Put on her suit of leather-oh
    It was the cry all around the door
    She's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsie-oh

    It was late that night when the Lord came in
    Inquiring for his Lady-oh
    The servant girl she replied to the Lord
    She's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsie-oh

    Oh then saddle for me
    Me' milk-white steed
    Me' big horse is not speedy-oh
    Tonight I'll ride to the wide open field and it's there that I'll spy my Lady-oh

    So he rode east.
    He rode west
    He rode North and south also
    It was when he rode to the wide open field
    It was there that he spied his Lady-oh

    Oh why did you leave your house and your land
    Why did you leave your money-oh
    And why did you leave your only wedded Lord
    To be off with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh

    What do I care for me house and me land
    What do I care for money-oh
    And what do I care for me only wedded Lord
    I'm away with the Raggle Taggle Gyspy-oh

    Last night you slept in a goose-feather bed
    The blankets drawn so comely-oh
    Tonight you'll lie in the wide open field
    In the arms of the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh

    You're a - What do I care for a goose-feather bed
    What do I care for blankets-oh
    And you're a - What do I care for me only wedded Lord
    I'm away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh

    So he rode east,
    She rode west
    He rode high and I rode low
    Well I'd rather have a kiss of a yello Gypsy's lips
    Than all of your cash and your money-oh

    There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
    They came brave and bold-ee-oh
    And there's one sang high and the other sang low
    And the lady sang the Raggle Taggle gypsie-oh

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    Catch the Wind - The Irish Descendants

    3:39

    Original Release: September 2, 1999

    Production Notes:

    Director: Pablo Fairhall
    Producer: Vanessa Brustolin
    Director of Photography: Andrew Macdonald
    Editor: Kathy Weinkauf

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    Irish Descendants - Rattlin Bog

    3:53

    Lyrics:

    [Chorus]
    Oh ho the rattlin' bog
    The bog down in the valley-oh
    Rare bog, a rattlin' bog
    The bog down in the valley-oh

    Well in the bog there was a hole,
    A rare hole, a rattlin' hole,
    Hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    Well in that hole there was a tree,
    A rare tree, a rattlin' tree,
    Tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    on that tree there was a branch,
    A rare branch, a rattlin' branch,
    Branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    on that branch there was a limb,
    A rare limb, a rattlin' limb,
    Limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    Well on that limb there was a nest,
    A rare nest, a rattlin' nest,
    Nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    Now in that nest there was a bird,
    A rare bird, a rattlin' bird,
    Bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    In that bird there was an egg,
    A rare egg, a rattlin' egg,
    Egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    In that egg there was a bird,
    A rare bird, a rattlin' bird,
    Bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    On that bird there was a feather
    A rare feather, a rattlin' feather
    Feather on the bird,
    And the bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    On that feather there was a worm
    A rare worm, a rattlin' worm
    Worm on the feather
    And the feather on the bird
    And the bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    On that worm there was a hair
    A rare hair, a rattlin' hair
    Hair on the worm
    And the worm on the feather
    And the feather on the bird
    And the bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    On that hair there was a louse
    A rare louse, a rattlin' louse
    Louse on the hair
    And the hair on the worm
    And the worm on the feather
    And the feather on the bird
    And the bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    On that louse there was a tick
    A rare tick, a rattlin tick
    Tick on the louse
    And the louse on the hair
    And the hair on the worm
    And the worm on the feather
    And the feather on the bird
    And the bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    On that tick there was a rash
    A rare rash, a rattlin' rash
    Rash on the tick
    And the tick on the louse
    And the louse on the hair
    And the hair on the worm
    And the worm on the feather
    And the feather on the bird
    And the bird on the egg,
    And the egg on the bird,
    And the bird in the nest,
    And the nest on the limb,
    And the limb on the branch,
    And the branch on the tree,
    And the tree in the hole,
    And the hole in the bog,
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    [Chorus]

    [Chorus]


    Rare bog, the rattlin' bog,
    The bog down in the valley-o.

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    Irish Descendants-Barretts Privateers

    4:19

    Irish Descendants-Barrett's Privateers

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    Irish Descendants - Come Out Ye Black And Tans - Lyrics

    3:06

    Another cover
    Another version
    Come Out, Ye Black and Tans (sometimes Black and Tan) is an Irish rebel song referring to the Black and Tans, the British paramilitary police auxiliary force in Ireland during the 1920s. The song was written by Dominic Behan as a tribute to his father Stephen although authorship of the song is often attributed to Stephen.

    The Irish Descendants are a folk group from the Atlantic province of Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. All the members, born of Irish emigrants, were workers in the Newfoundland fishing industry before forming the band in 1990 out of the remnants of two former Newfoundland bands – The Descendants and Irish Coffee. The group helped to popularise traditional Newfoundland music to a wider Canadian audience in the early 1990s, along with other bands such as Great Big Sea. Their popularity within the province itself led to their selection as the official band of the province's 500th anniversary celebrations, during which they performed for the Queen. Tension within the group caused co-frontman D'Arcy Broderick to leave soon after this period, and their lineup has frequently changed since then, with frontman Con O'Brien being the only constant member. Regular touring and occasional album releases, most recently Southern Shore in 2007, have kept the group in the public eye.

    DISCLAIMER: No copyright infringement intended.
    The credits go to the respective owners and producers.

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    Irish Descendants - In Praise of Christmas

    3:06

    Lyrics:

    All hail to the days that merit more praise,
    Than all the rest of the year,
    And welcome to nights that double delights,
    As well for poor as the peer;
    Good fortune attend to each merry man's friend,
    That does the best that he may,
    Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs,
    To drive the cold winter away.

    'Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined,
    To think of small injuries now,
    If wrath be to seek, do not lend her thy cheek,
    Nor let her inhabit thy brow;
    Cross out of thy books malevolent looks,
    Both beauty and youth's decay,
    And wholly consort with mirth and with sport,
    To drive the cold winter away.

    This time of the year is spent in good cheer,
    And neighbours together do meet,
    To sit by the fire, and friendly desire,
    Each other in love to greet;
    Old grudges forgot are put in the pot,
    All sorrow beside they lay,
    The old and the young doth carol this song,
    To drive the cold winter away.

    When Christmas's tide comes in like a bride,
    With holly and ivy clad,
    Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer,
    In every household is had;
    The country guise is then to devise,
    Some gambols of Christmas play,
    To be young and do the best that they can,
    To drive the cold winter away.

    All hail to the days that merit more praise,
    Than all the rest of the year,
    And welcome the nights that double delights,
    As well for the poor as the peer;
    Good fortune attend to each merry man's friend,
    That does the best that he may,
    Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs,
    To drive the cold winter away.

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    Dirty Old Town

    3:31

    Provided to YouTube by CDBaby

    Dirty Old Town · The Irish Descendants

    Newfoundland Drinking Songs 2

    ℗ 2007 Avondale Music

    Released on: 2007-06-21

    Auto-generated by YouTube.

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    Irish Descendants - Sam Hall

    4:01

    Lyrics:

    Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
    Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
    Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small
    And me neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die
    And me neck will pay for all, when I die

    I have 20 pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all
    I have 20 pounds in store, that's not all
    I have 20 pounds in store, and I'll rob for twenty more
    For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I
    For the rich must help the poor, so must I

    Oh, they brought me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart
    Oh, they brought me to Cootehill in a cart
    Oh, they brought me to Cootehill, there I stopped to make my will
    For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I
    For the best of friends must part, so must I

    Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke
    Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke
    Up the ladder I did grope, and the hangman pulled the rope
    Oh, and ne'er a word I spoke, tumblin' down, tumblin' down
    Oh, and ne'er a word I spoke, tumblin' down

    Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
    Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep
    Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I hate 'yas one and all
    You're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes, damn your eyes
    You're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes

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    Irish Descendants - The Days of Yore

    3:48

    Lyrics:


    I wandered in time till I found myself thinking,
    Of young children playing at the dawning of spring;
    They sang merry songs like The Wind In The Willows,
    T'was then that I found myself back home again.

    The days that we spent in the boat with our father,
    Too young for to help at a very young age;
    Watching with care as they worked on the water,
    Those memories still linger on warm summer days.

    It was oft in the evening with friends in the harbour,
    I'd join in a game to pass time away;
    Like angels in heaven you'd hear sounds of laughter,
    Till night crept upon us to end one more day.

    Then on Sunday morning we'd walk to the chapel,
    To count up our blessings for all we receive;
    And give thanks to the Lord for good health and well-being,
    In return for our fortunes and what we believe.

    And when we'd return we'd join in a session,
    And enjoy all the tunes and songs that we share;
    Then our mother would call us to move to the kitchen,
    To eat at the table that she had prepared.

    The scenes of my childhood I'll always remember,
    Those memories still linger and fill me with joy;
    Those days are long gone but they'll ne'er be forgotten,
    By friends and companions of days long gone by.

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    Irish Descendants - Peter Street

    2:18

    The Irish Descendants formed in 1990 and is still active. This is an a cappella version of Peter Street from their 1993 cd Look To The Sea. They were the first Newfoundland group to record and are one of the finest groups of their genre. Enjoy!

    For music and info:

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    Rollin of the Sea = Cape Spear - Irish Descendants

    3:33

    Rollin' of the Sea - Irish Descendants- Cape Spear Lighthouse, St. John's, NL., Canada

    Video By James R. Yetman
    NewfoundlandTreasures.com


    VHS to DVD

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    Downtown Girl

    2:03

    Provided to YouTube by CDBaby

    Downtown Girl · The Irish Descendants

    Homebrew 9

    ℗ 2008 Avondale Music

    Released on: 2008-06-04

    Auto-generated by YouTube.

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    Irish Descendants - Shamrock City

    3:14

    Lyrics:

    There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City,
    Where the girls of Limerick are much too pretty;
    Joe Cooley's Reel on accordion,
    Like the blues with the touch of O'Carolan.

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City,
    On the banks of the Hudson, the Thames, and the Liffey;
    Some are sober wearing Pioneer pins,
    Some drink like fish you can see their fins.

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    [Interlude]

    There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City,
    Young man, this is Mikey — Hey! Have you seen Kitty?
    My love she sailed across the foam,
    I ain't had no lover since she's been gone.

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City,
    They all play for nothing so put something in the kitty;
    I threw up with a wolfhound's bark
    Threw it a bone, it took me to heart

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    Livin' on the edge,
    Livin' on the edge,
    On the edge of the Shamrock City.

    There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City.

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    Irish Descendants - Step it out Mary

    3:15

    Lyrics:

    Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
    Step it out Mary, if you can
    Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
    Show your legs to the countryman

    In the village of Killdoran
    There's a maiden young and fair
    Her eyes were shone like diamonds
    She had long and golden hair
    The countryman came riding
    He came to her father's gate
    Mounted on a milk-white stallion
    He came at the stroke of eight

    I've come to wed your daughter,
    Mary of the golden hair
    I have goods and I have money
    I have wealth beyond compare
    And I'll buy her silks and satins
    And a gold rings for her hand
    I will build for her a mansion;
    She'll have servants to command

    [Chorus]x2

    Kind sir I have another
    I have pledged at him my hand
    I don't want your goods nor money
    I don't want your wealth and land
    Mary's father spoke up sharply:
    You will do as you are told
    You will marry here next Sunday
    You will wear the ring of gold

    [Chorus]x2

    In the village of Killdoran
    There's a deep stream running by
    You'll find Mary there at midnight
    She'll be trying to see her boy
    In the village there'll be music
    And you'll hear her father say
    Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
    Sunday is your wedding day

    [Chorus]x4

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    Irish Descendants - Sally Brown

    2:31

    Lyrics:

    Shipped on board a Liverpool liner,
    Way hey roll on board;
    Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day,
    I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown.

    Miss Sally Brown is a fine young lady,
    Way hey roll on board;
    Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day,
    I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown.

    Her mother doesn't like the tarry sailor,
    Way hey roll on board;
    Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day,
    I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown.

    She wants her to marry the one-legged captain,
    Way hey roll on board;
    Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day,
    I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown.

    Shipped on board a Liverpool liner,
    Way hey roll on board;
    Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day,
    I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown.

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    Irish Descendants - Uncle Dan

    2:26

    Lyrics:

    She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle,
    She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle;
    Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
    There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

    Now the Widow Malone lived by the strand,
    For forty years without a man;
    She danced around and she waved her fan,
    Set her eyes on me Uncle Dan.

    She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle,
    She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle;
    Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
    There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

    Now he would not listen to my advice,
    So he married her there on a wintry night;
    She ate all the grub at the party fair,
    Drank every man clean under his chair.

    She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle,
    She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle;
    Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
    There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

    Now when he got home on his weddin' night,
    Me Uncle Dan got a hell of a fright:
    She hung her leg upon the wall,
    Down on the floor her teeth did fall,
    One glass eye, off came her hair,
    And down the road me Uncle Dan did tear.

    She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle,
    She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle;
    Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
    There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

    Now they claim he ran to France or Spain,
    And he sent a letter home to her sayin':
    Darling, if you ever need another man,
    You can count me out — Love, Uncle Dan.

    She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle,
    She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle;
    Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
    There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

    She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle,
    She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle;
    Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another,
    There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River.

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    Irish Descendants - A walk in the irish rain

    3:29

    Credit to Steve Spurgin for composing this fine piece of music -

    Lyrics:

    When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town
    The colors last for hours, oh
    The lights come on, the night's a song
    And the streets all turn to gold

    A gentle mist called heaven's kiss
    Like teardrops off an angel's wing
    Don't you know you'll cleanse your soul
    With a walk in the Irish rain

    Oh, Katherine, take my hand
    I've got three pounds and change
    And I'll sing you songs of love again
    And when I get too drunk to sing
    We'll walk in the Irish rain

    Forever more I've stepped ashore
    My sailing days are over, oh
    Time and tide and by your side
    Together we'll grow old

    I threw my sea bag in the bin
    And brought these pretty flowers home
    Kiss me Kate, we'll celebrate
    Before the bloom is gone

    Oh, Katherine, take my hand
    I've got three pounds and change
    And I'll sing you songs of love again
    And when I get too drunk to sing
    We'll walk in the Irish rain

    A tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor
    They all get together and they start to play
    Time stands still while they sing their fill
    They'll shout 'til the break of day

    A sweet little lady with a glass of stout
    Sippin' it down 'til the foam runs out
    She'll help her old man home again
    With a walk in the Irish rain

    Oh, Katherine, take my hand
    I've got three pounds and change
    And I'll sing you songs of love again
    And when I get too drunk to sing
    We'll walk in the Irish rain

    Oh, Katherine, take my hand
    I've got three pounds and change
    And I'll sing you songs of love again
    And when I get too drunk to sing
    We'll walk in the Irish rain
    We'll walk in the irish rain

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    Let Me Fish Off Cape St Marys, Irish Descendants

    5:40

    A tribute to my grandfather, Otto P. Kelland, O.C.

    A beautiful rendition of Let me Fish Off Cape St. Mary's sung by the Irish Descendants.

    My grandfather wrote the lyrics and composed the music.

    Video shot by my son Maximilian Kelland and edited by Max and Kevin Hu.

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    Irish Descendants - The Dublin Reel

    3:21

    Lyrics:

    A maiden fair, she had long dark hair,
    And her eyes like the darkest coal.
    A taunting smile that would sure beguile
    And melt the hardest soul.
    Dancing lightly, sprightly,
    She stole his heart with a twirl, that girl
    He'll not forget the night they met
    In a dance called the Dublin reel.

    He walked out to the starry night
    And the crescent moon had a glow.
    It felt so right with hands held tight
    As they looked on the town below.
    Chancing a kiss he missed her cheek
    As she pulled away to sway
    To the pull-round sound of the faerie mound
    As they danced to the Dublin reel.

    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.
    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.

    The dark of night turned into light
    And he asked, what was her name?
    Matters not, was all he got,
    As on the grass they lay.
    Listenin' to stories, glories
    Seemed of another world, this girl
    She must have left while he soundly slept
    Havin' danced to the Dublin reel.

    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.
    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.

    Weeks have gone, and life goes on
    Now he's back on American shores.
    Every night he relives that sight
    As he longs for it more and more.
    Under a spell he fell in love
    With the dancing queen it seems
    His only care is the maiden fair
    In a dance called the Dublin reel.

    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.
    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.
    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.
    They were dancin', all night long.
    Dancin' till the break of dawn.

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    The Irish Descendants - Will They Lie There Evermore

    5:07

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    irish descendants go to sea no more

    3:32

    The video was shot on Avalon Peninsula and I used Irish Descendants music. Leave me some feedback

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    Irish Descendants - Murphy Broke the Pledge

    4:08

    Timothy Murphy kept the pledge
    For nearly fourteen year,
    But Christmas Eve he felt so bad,
    He got out on the beer;
    Oh, he came home like a roaring lion
    Filled up with rum and gin,
    For he's like a Bengal tiger
    When he gets a mouthful in.
    There's not a porch for half a mile
    That came in Murphy's sight,
    But felt his hob-nailed bluchers
    When he let out that night;
    And sashes tumbled 'round the floor
    And cats at doors did scrape,
    For they knew their time on earth was short
    When Timothy rounds the cape.

    He broke lamps and cups and crockeryware,
    The pots and soup tureens,
    He ate everything that was in the house,
    Pigs' heads and boiled crubeens;
    Now there's not a sound eye in the block,
    From Murphy's heavy sledge,
    And the town is all on crutches now,
    Since Murphy broke the pledge.

    If Murphy don't get thirty days,
    And I hope and pray he will,
    There'll be humps on undertaker's back
    From all the crowds he'll kill;
    And the beaver hats, they won't hold out
    To bury all the dead,
    If Timothy ties his braces 'round
    To paint the city red.

    The neighbourhood is on their knees
    In meditation deep.
    In hope he'll get the summer
    Through the iron bars to peep;
    For if not, we'll go to Nagle's Hill
    And leave our snug abode,
    For I'd sooner face a unicorn
    Than Murphy with a load.

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    The Irish Descendants - Barretts Privateers

    3:46

    The Irish Descendants singing Barrett's Privateers in Cambridge, ON March 19, 2010

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    Irish Descendants - City of Chicago

    3:14

    Lyrics:

    Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began,
    Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land;
    They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed,
    A voyage of survival across the stormy sea.

    In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
    There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.

    Some of them knew fortune, some of them knew fame,
    More of them knew hardship and they died upon the plain;
    They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars,
    Brought their songs and their music to ease their lonely hearts.

    In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
    There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.

    1847 was the year it all began,
    Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land;
    They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed,
    A voyage of survival across the stormy sea.

    In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
    There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.

    In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
    There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.

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    The Irish Descendants - Rollin of the Sea

    3:28

    Album: Look to the Sea
    Year: 1993
    Track: 1

    No claim of ownership or copyright intended for listening and commenting purposed only.

    ENJOY!!!

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    Irish Descendants - Raggle Taggle Gypsy

    3:40

    This is the Irish Descendants version of the traditional song Raggle Taggle Gypsy. It was first released on Gypsies and Lovers released in 1995 & later released on their So Far So Good - The Best of The Irish Descendants from 1999. I have many versions of this song from Almeda Riddle's Black Jack Davey to Arlo Guthrie's version. I've not made a video for this song. It is so lovely I don't want to distract from the music. Enjoy!

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    Irish Descendants - Come Out Ye Black And Tans

    3:09

    I was born in the Dublin street
    Where the loyal drums do beat,
    And the loving English feet walked all over us;
    And every single night when me dad would come home tight,
    He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus:

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Come tell us how you slew
    Them ol' Arabs two by two,
    Like the Zulus they had knives and bows and arrows;
    Of how bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun,
    And you frightened all the natives to the marrow.

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Come let us hear you tell
    How you slammed the brave Parnell,
    And taught him well and truly persecuted;
    Where are the stares and jeers that you proudly let us hear,
    When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Oh! Come out you British Huns,
    Come out and fight without your guns,
    Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry;
    You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again,
    So get out of here and take your bloody army.

    Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

    Oh! Come out you black and tans,
    Come out and fight me like a man,
    Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
    Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
    From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

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    Snoopy’s Christmas- The Irish Descendants and The Navigators

    3:01

    I love love love when they do this one!

    December 16/2018
    Eastlink Events Centre, Clarenville Newfoundland

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    Out From St. Leonards By Irish Descendants

    3:34

    During the 1960s, you could look out over the ocean in Newfoundland and see houses floating by. Natural disasters weren't the cause; governments were. Soon after Newfoundland joined Canada in 1949, the governments of Canada and the newly formed province resolved to centralize the islands population, moving people from isolated outports to larger growth centres.



    Rather than abandoning their homes, many resourceful Newfoundlanders winched them down to the shoreline, attached empty oil drums to the foundations, and then towed them by fishing boat to their new communities. This process of centralization, or resettlement as it was called, ultimately led to the displacement of nearly thirty thousand people. More than three hundred communities, many with histories stretching back centuries, would die a rapid death.

    Video By James R. Yetman
    Newfoundland Treasures Video Production

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    Irish Descendants - Come Out Ye Black And Tans

    3:09

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    A Walk In The Irish Rain - The Irish Descendants

    3:26



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    Heading Home For Christmas

    3:37

    This video is featured with lyrics and more at mobile-friendly
    GEST Songs of Newfoundland and Labrador:

    This song was written by Con O'Brien of the Irish Descendants and
    recorded by the Irish Descendants on a compilation album: The Christmas Wish, trk#2, 1999, Avalon Music Ltd, Torbay, NL); and (The Gift, trk#4, 2001, Sextant Records, Markham, ON, recorded at Cool Blue Studios, St John's, NL).

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    The Black and Tans - The Irish Descendants

    3:06



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    Drink Boys Drink - The Irish Descendants

    2:37

    As Con explains, the title of the new album - Is Your Rhubarb Up- comes from this tune. Everybody was on the floor for this one! Shamrock City Pub, Clarenville. January 19,2018

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    Irish Descendants ~ Black Is The Colour

    3:57

    Black is the colour of my true love's hair
    Her lips are like some roses fair
    She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
    I love the ground whereon she stands

    I love my love and well she knows
    I love the ground whereon she goes
    How I wish the day would soon come
    When she and I can be as one

    Black is the colour of my true love's hair
    Her lips are like some roses fair
    She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
    I love the ground whereon she stands

    I'll go to the Clyde and moan and weep
    For satisfied I never could be
    I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
    And I'll suffer death a thousand times

    Black is the colour of my true love's hair
    Her lips are like some roses fair
    She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
    I love the ground whereon she stands

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    Irish Descendants Mike Bullard Show

    6:11

    The Irish Descendants appear on Mike Bullard Show 1999

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    Cape Shore Girls - The Irish Descendants

    3:52

    Is Your Rhubarb Up Tour
    Eastlink Events Centre
    Clarenville, NL
    March 21/2019

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    Catch The Wind, The Irish Descendants, North Texas Irish Festival, Dallas

    4:36

    The Irish Descendants perform the classic Donovan Leitch song Catch The Wind on the Trinity Stage at the North Texas Irish Festival in Dallas, March 2010

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    Irish Descendants - Fishermans Song

    3:00

    The video clip I made in the early morning on the beach in Sumbawa Besar, Sumbawa island, Indonesia. Fishermen prepare for their daily chores while Rena is collecting seashells on the seashore.

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    Snoopy Vs The Red Baron - The Irish Descendants & The Navigators

    2:23

    It's just not Christmas without this song! Justin Hickey knocks it out of the park! Video take during 7th Annual Celtic Christmas Tour at the Eastlink Events Centre in Clarenville!

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    She Moved Through The Fair - The Irish Descendants

    3:54



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    The Irish Descendants - Rocky Road to Dublin

    5:10

    Irish Descendants @ Mount Pearl Days 2011.

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    Growing Up - The Irish Descendants

    3:48

    A lovely tune Justin wrote with his high school sweetheart, about life growing up in their hometown ❤️ Shamrock City Pub, Clarenville. January 19,2018

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    Irish Descendants - Polka

    1:49

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    Irish Descendants - The Night Pat Murphy Died

    3:48

    July 2010 - Red Rooster, Burlington ON

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    Blooming Bright Star of Belle Isle - The Irish Descendants

    3:18

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    God’s Plan - The Irish Descendants

    3:58

    Also from their new cd, Is Your Rhubarb Up
    Love how Justin is being a goofball here! He was doing it all night! Shamrock City Pub, Clarenville, NL. January 19/2018

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