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Far Away And...
00:20
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Far From Home
04:49
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I was born in a foreign land
In my granda’s house I grew
He raised me with his own fair hand He taught me to hold my head up
Be proud, be Irish through & through.
All my life I’ve always been
Far from home.
The feeling grows stronger each day. I want to no longer be far from home. Ireland calls me back to stay.
Lost my granda in ‘81
Tore the heart right out of me.
Cast adrift from my Irish home.
It taught me to hold my head up
Be proud, head back o’er the Irish Sea.
But it was not to be.
Instead the east called me. There I made an Irish home, My wife and I all alone...
Now my life is better changed
Now it’s time to go, it’s true.
Older, wiser, homeward bound. Life’s taught me, hold my head up, Be proud. Be home in Ireland soon.
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My grandfather’s name, it was Michael. As a child, it’s with him I grew.
He regaled me with tales of old Ballaghaderreen,
The home town that I never knew
Tales of old Ballaghaderreen, Warmed my heart, helped me grow. Tales of old Ballaghaderreen,
My hometown that I long to know.
He told me tales of Edmondstown.
It was a hundred years ago.
He told me tales of the ancient stomes, Where pilgrims used to go.
He told me of a time at Moraghan’s. Black & Tans left all in a daze.
Took all the booze and the money too And left Martin’s bar ablaze.
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Ireland, she’s not just a place. She’s with me wherever I go. Ireland, she’s not just a place She’ll be in me forevermore.
She’s in the blood
She fills the heart
And she’s in my every breath
A state of mind, a way of life Be with me from birth ‘til death.
In my gestures, in my thoughts She’s a smile upon my face
A state of being, heartfelt belief She’s travelled all over the place.
The emerald isle is in my heart And if she was a canny girl With celtic fire & burning soul A beautiful one she would be.
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The Irish look In all of our books Is red hair through and through
All ginger prose from nose to toes, My cat’s an Irish dude.
A box of dye, my biggest lie, He doesn’t have to scheme
My coloured hair doesn’t seem fair, When my cats more Irish than me
He has a little ginger beard, A greenish bow-tie too
My friends are always telling me “The cat’s more Irish than you”
His grand da is an Irishman And so is my daddy
There sure is that in common but My cat’s more Irish than me
I don’t drink any alcohol so whiskey’s not for me
The cat’s got bloody whiskers, that’s as close as he can be
A pint of Guinness or a stout, even a cup of tea
You pour one more, he’ll dunk his paw, the cat’s more Irish than me
An Irish stew, not in the mood...The cat will not decline
Some cockles or some mussels, he will eat them up just fine
I’m a vegetarian I just cannot agree
I guess That just proves my point of view, My cat’s more Irish than me
I’m not a natural ginger I don’t eat any meat I feel so full of defeat ‘cos
The cat’s more Irish than me...
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Flesh & The Devil
04:25
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Flesh and the devil Message always the same
Which one is good or evil You must keep them both at bay.
Flesh and the devilAre the evils of mankind
Father Cotter says “They’re everywhere, you’ll find”
Went to the paper shop Bought myself a book.
My granda says “Give it here I’d like to take a look”
“Flesh & the devil! Floppin’ heck!” Says he,
“Yer’ll not be havin’ that book to read!”
I need to know but canna find out What are these things
They all preach about?
Flesh & the devil, they’re coming for you
Flesh & the devil, they’re after you.
Flesh & the devil I think I’ve had my fill
Now that I’m all grown up And over the hill.
Flesh & the devil I was warned when I was young
But they still got me so I had to write this song.
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7. |
Black Velvet Band
04:30
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8. |
Mairi's Wedding
04:06
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9. |
Whiskey In The Jar
03:37
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10. |
Wild Rover
03:52
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My grandfather’s name, it was Michael.
As a child, it’s with him I grew.
He regaled me with tales of old Ballaghaderreen,
The home town that I never knew
Tales of old Ballaghaderreen,
Warmed my heart, helped me grow.
Tales of old Ballaghaderreen,
My hometown that I long to know.
He told me tales of Edmondstown.
It was a hundred years ago.
He told me tales of the ancient stones,
Where pilgrims used to go.
He told me of a time at Moraghan’s. B
lack & Tans left all in a daze.
Took all the booze and the money too
And left Martin's bar ablaze.
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Diaspora
We are an Irish band playing a mixture of original tunes as well as our own take on traditional ones. We have all spent our entire lives abroad and are so happy to be finally home in Ireland
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