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Suil A Ruin
03:21
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Siúil, siúil, siúil a ruin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I wish I were on yonder hill
(and) there I'd sit and I'd cry my fill,
( and) ev'ry tear would turn a mill,
And a blessing walk with you, my love
Siúil, siúil, siúil a ruin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To by my love a sword of steel
And a blessing walk with you, my love
Siúil, siúil, siúil a ruin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again,
And vainly think I'd not complain
And a blessing walk with you, my love
Siúil, siúil, siúil a ruin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance.
If he e'er come back, 'tis but a chance
And a blessing walk with you, my love
Siúil, siúil, siúil a ruin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciuin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan
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2. |
Le Vent M'emporte
04:11
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Si le vent demeure ici
Dún do shúil a rún mo chroí
il ne tisse que des mensonges
Il chante au creux des songes
Et miroir après miroir
Tu sais les souvenirs se mêlent
Et Je cherche nos ombres qui dorment
Avant que le jour ne vienne
Le vent m’emporte ailleurs
Kaset oan war ar mor
perdue à jamais
A ya gant an avel
War aodoù ar c'hornog
Et le vent m’aura menti
Dún do shúil a rún mo chroí
Il ne reste que des mensonges
Cachés au creux des songes
Et miroir après miroir
Tu sais où les regrets me mènent
Et j’entends nos ombres sans les voir
Avant que le jour ne vienne
Le vent m’emporte ailleurs
Kaset oan war ar mor
perdue à jamais
A ya gant an avel
War aodoù ar c'hornog
Le vent m’emporte ailleurs
Kaset oan war ar mor
perdue à jamais
A ya gant an avel
War aodoù ar c'hornog
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3. |
O Stor Mo Chroi
03:49
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A Stór Mo Chroí, when you're far away
Far from the land you'll be leaving,
It's many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving.
For the stranger's land may be bright and fair,
And rich in its treasures golden.
But you'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the love that is never olden.
A Stór Mo Chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing.
Whilst gems adorn the great and the grand
There are faces with hunger pailing.
Though the road is toilsome, and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities will blind you.
Won't you turn a stór to Erin's shore
And the ones that you're leaving behind you.
A Stór Mo Chroí, when the evening's mist
Over mountain and sea is falling,
won't you turn away from the throng
And maybe you'll hear me calling.
For the sound of a voice that is surely missed
For somebody's quick returning.
A ruin, a ruin, oh won't you come back soon
To the ones who will always love you
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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"
As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned 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 never was said
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear,
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"
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5. |
Auchindoun
03:12
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As I cam' in by Fiddichside, on a May morning
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning
Turn agin, turn agin, turn agin, I bid ye
If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye
Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me
I'll burn Auchindoun though the life leaves me
As I cam' in by Auchindoun on a may morning
Auchindoun was in a bleeze, an hour before the dawning
CHORUS :
Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh hoo-rabha-hi-na, hoo-rabha hin
Halamachadoo hoo-ra-bhi
Oh decko decko dandy
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6. |
Blackbird
04:00
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7. |
C'hoant Dimein
04:24
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8. |
Bemnoz
03:56
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9. |
Three ravens
04:22
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There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
With a downe
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
They were as blacke as they might be.
With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe
The one of them said to his mate,
"Where shall we our breakfast take?
"Downe in yonder greene field,
There lies a knight slain under his shield.
"His hounds they lie downe at his feete,
So well they can their master keepe.
"His haukes they flie so eagerly,
There's no fowle dare him to come nie."
Downe there come a fallow doe,
As great with young as she might goe.
She lift up his boudy hed,
And kist his wounds that were so red.
She got him up upon her backe,
And carried him to earthen lake.
She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herselfe ere even-song time.
God send every gentleman,
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.
Refr
-Downe a downe, hay downe
They were as blacke as they might be
Downe a downe, hay downe
With a downe derrie downe derrie
-Downe a downe, hay downe
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Downe a downe, hay downe
With a downe derrie downe
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10. |
Dellum Down
03:11
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There is a wild boar in these woods,
Dellum down, dellum down,
There is a wild boar in these woods,
He'll eat your meat and suck your blood.
Dellum down, dellum down.
Bangrum drew his wooden knife
Dellum down, dellum down,
And swore he'd take the wild boar's life.
Dellum down, dellum down.
The wild boar came in such a flash,
Dellum down, dellum down,
He broke his way through oak and ash.
Dellum down, dellum down.
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11. |
Red Rose
03:24
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O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
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12. |
Valse des Ondines - 2006
03:49
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