'GRIANAN'

Grianan - Música Tradicional Irlandesa en Uruguay

Uruguay - Sud América

Música Tradicional Irlandesa en Uruguay

 

 

I N D I C E

 

 

 

 

T r a d i t i o n a l    S o n g s

The Newry Highwayman

In Newry town, I was bred and born In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn I served my time at the saddlers trade I always was a roving blade, I always was a roving blade

At seventeen I took a wife I loved her dearer than I loved my life And so to keep her both fine and gay I went out robbing on the King's Highway, I went out robbing on the King's Highway

I never robbed a poor man yet Nor lately caused anyone to fret But I robbed lords and ladies fine And I carried the gold on to my heart's delight, I carried the gold on to my heart's delight

I robbed Lord Baldwin, I do declare And Lady Mansell up in Grosvenor Square I closed my shutters I then bid goodnight And I carried the gold on to my heart's delight, I carried the gold on to my heart's delight

Break

To Covent Garden I made my way With my dear wife for to see the play Lord Fielding's men, there did me pursue And I was taken by that cursed crew, oh I was taken by that cursed crew

My father cried "Oh, my darling son" My wife she cried "Now I am undone" My mother tore her gray locks and cried It’s in the cradle I should have died, it’s in the cradle I should have died

And I am dead, aye and afore my grave A flashy guild ‘neral pray let me have Six highwaymen are to carry me Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty, oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty

Fade Break

As sung in "SOLAS"

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Black Velvet Band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land
With her hair thrown over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band.

As I went walking down Broadway not intending to stay very long
I met with this frolicsome damsel as she came a tripping along.
A watch she pulled out of her pocket and slipped it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her, bad luck to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds you'd think she was queen of the land
With her hair thrown over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band.

Before judge and jury next morning both of us did have to appear
A gentleman claimed his jewelry and the case against us was so clear
Seven long years transportation to the Island of Van Dieman's Land
Far away from my friends and companions betrayed by a black velvet band.

Her eyes they shone like diamonds you'd think she was queen of the land
With her hair thrown over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band.

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Hills of Connemara

Keep your eyes well peeled today the Excise Men are on their way
Searching for the 'mountain tay' in the hills of Connemara.

Gather up the pots and the old tin can,
the mash, the corn, the barley and the bran
Run like a devil from the Excise Men,
keep the smoke from rising barley.

Mountain breezes gently blow hear the echo in the valley below,
See the old Jarveys on the go, in the Hills of Connemara.

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans,
the mash, the corn, the barley and the bran.
Run like a devil from the Excise Man,
keep the smoke from rising barney.

Gather round the big parade, the Excise Men are at the gate;
"Glory be to God they've been drinking it nate", in the Hills of Connemara.

Gather up your pots and your old tin can,
your mash, your corn, your barley and your bran.
Run like a devil from the Excise Man,
keep the smoke from rising barney.

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All for me Grog

And, it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots me noggin', noggin' boots
they've gone for beer and tobacco
For the heals they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather.

And, it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I must wander.

Where is me shirt me noggin', noggin' shirt,
it’s gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn and the sleaves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather.

And, it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I must wander.

I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed,
since I first came ashore me slumber
For I spend all me dough on the ladies; don’t you know?
Far across the western ocean I must wander.

And, it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I must wander.

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Irish Traditional Jig: "The Blarney Pilgrim"

Discografía recomendada: "Irish Reels, Jigs, Airs & Hornpipes" 

Dan Ar Braz, Duck Baker & Dave Evans


Grianan

Irish Traditional Music

 

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