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Their greatests- Leurs meilleures

by The Irish Bastards

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1.
“Well met, my own true love"
 "Well met" cried she
 "I've just returned from the salt sea
 And it's all for the love of thee" "I could have married the King's Daughter there 
And she would have married me
 But I forsaken my kings daughter there
 And it's all for the love of thee" "If you could have married the King's Daughter dear
 I'm sure you are to blame
 For I am married to a house carpenter
 And I’m sure he’s a fine young man" "Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
 And come along with me
 I'll take you to where the green grass grows
 To the shores of the sunny Italy" So up she picked her babies’ sweet 
 And kissed them, one two three
 Saying "take good care of your daddy while I’m gone, Keep him good company" They were sailin’ about two weeks
 I’m sure it was not three When the youngest of the girls, she came on deck
 Sayin’ she wants company. "Are you weeping for your house and your home? Is that where you long to be?” “No, I’m not weeping for my house carpenter, I’m weeping for my babies three.” “Oh what are those hills yonder, my love? They look as white as snow.” “Those are the hills of the heaven my love Where you and I’ll never go.” “Oh what are those hills yonder, my love? They look as dark as night.” Those are the hills of hell-fire my love Where you and I will unite.”
2.
I'm a young married man and I'm tired of me life But lately I’ve married and manned me a wife She does nothing all day, only sit’s down and sigh And I wish to the lord that I only could die. Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear Dr John Your cod liver oil is so pure and so strong I'm afraid of me life, I'll go down in the soil If me wife don't stop drinking your cod liver oil. A friend of me own came to see me one day He told me my wife she was fading away He afterwards told me that she would get strong If I’d buy her a bottle from dear Dr John. I gave her a bottle, well just for to try And the way that she drank it you'd swear she was dry I gave her another, it vanished just the same And I think she’s got cod liver oil up her brain. Me house it resembles a great doctor's shop It is filled up with bottles from bottom to top And when, in the morning, the kettle does boil I swear, it was singing out: «Cod liver oil».
3.
Where have you been all the day, Henry my son? Where have you been all the day, My beloved one? Away, in the meadow Away, in the meadow Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head And I want to lie down. What did you have to eat Henry my son? What did you have to eat My beloved one? Some poisoned beans Some poisoned beans Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head And I want to lie down. What will it leave your mother? Henry my son? What will it leave your mother? My beloved one? A bed to deuil on A bed to deuil on Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head And I want to lie down. What will it leave your sweetheart? Henry my son? What will it leave your sweetheart? My beloved one? A rope to hang her A rope to hang her Make my bed, I’ve a pain in me head And I want to lie down.
4.
«Who are you, me pretty fair maid And who are you, me honey? And who are you, me pretty fair maid who are you, me honey?» She answered me quite modestly: «I am me mommy’s darling». With me too-ry-ay Fol-de-diddle-day Di-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh. «Will you come to me mother's house, When the moon is shining clearly (repeat) I'll open the door and I'll let you in devil'o one would hear us.» So I went to her house in the middle of the night When the moon was shining clearly (repeat) She opened the door and she let me in devil the one did hear us. She took me horse by the bridle and the bit And she led him to the stable (repeat) "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, To eat it if he's able." Then she took me by the lily-white hand And she led me to the table (repeat) «There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, To drink it if he’s able.» Then I got up and I made the bed And I made it nice and aisy (repeat) Then I got up and laid her down «Lassie, are you able?» And there we lay till the break of day And devil a one did hear us (repeat) Then I arose and put on me clothes «Lassie, I must leave you.» «When will you return again And when will we get married» (repeat) «When broken shells make Christmas bells We might well get married.»
5.
The first time that I saw my love, it was at a ball I looked at her, I gazed at her, far above them all But aye she looked on me with scorn and disdain And the bonny wee lassie's answer was to no come again Was to no come again And the bonny wee lassie's answer was to no come again The next time that I saw my love, it was at a wake I looked at her, I gazed at her, I thought my heart would break But aye she looked on me with scorn and disdain And the bonnie wee lassie's answer was to no come again Was to no come again And the bonny wee lassie's answer was to not come again It being six months after, a little or above When Cupid shot his arrow and he's wounded my true love He's wounded her severely, which caused her to complain And she wrote to me a letter sayin' "You might come again" Sayin' "You might come again" And she wrote to me a letter, sayin' "You might come again" Well, I wrote her back an answer for to let her know While life was in my body t'was there I wouldn’ aye go While life was in my body and while it does remain I will aye mind the girl who said don't come again Who said don't come again I will aye mind the girl who said don't come again So come all you pretty young girls a warning take by me Never slight a young man wherever you may be For if you do you're sure to rue and cause you to complain And you'll aye rue the day that you said, "Don't come again" You said "Don't come again" And you'll aye rue the day that you said, "Don't come again"
6.
On the Fourth of July, 1806 We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft She was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts She had twenty-seven masts And they called her The Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides' We had four million barrels of bones We had five million hogs six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million barrels of old nanny goate tails In the hold of the Irish Rover There was awl Mickey Coote Who played hard on his flute And the ladies lined up for a set He would tootle with skill For each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his smart witty talk He was cock of the walk As he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance When he took up his stance That he sailed in The Irish Rover There was Barney McGee From the banks of the Lee There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Johnny McGurk Who was scared stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole Who was drunk as a mule And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover And your man, Mick McCann From the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years When the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And that whale of a crew Was reduced down to two Just myself and the Captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over It turned nine times around And the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover
7.
Dans Paris y'a une brune plus belle que le jour Ils sont trois bourgeois de la ville qui lui font la cour Qui lui font la cour la lurette Qui lui font la cour Ils se disent l'un à l'autre : Comment l'aurions-nous ? Le plus jeune dit aux autres : Moi je sais le tour Moi je sais le tour la lurette Moi je sais le tour Je me ferai faire une selle couverte en argent Et j'irai de porte en porte tout en demandant Tout en demandant la lurette Tout en demandant M’indiqueriez-vous mesdames le chemins des grands Allez jusqu’à la barrière, revenez-vous en Revenez vous en la lurette Revenez vous en Allez jusqu'à la barrière, là revenez-vous en Fille qui était jeunette elle a été plus avant Elle a été plus avant la lurette Elle a été plus avant Le galant qu'est fort habile il la prit par la main Il la prit et il l'amène sur son cheval blanc Sur son cheval blanc la lurette Sur son cheval blanc Adieu père et adieu mère, adieu tous mes parents Si vous m'aviez mariée à l'âge de quinze ans À l'âge de quinze ans la lurette À l'âge de quinze ans Si vous m'aviez mariée à l'âge de quinze ans Je ne serais point dans la ville avec tous ces brigands Avec tous ces brigands la lurette Avec tous ces brigands
8.

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released March 26, 2012

Jean-Philippe Goupil: Voix, guitare, banjo ténor
Alexandre Veillette: Mandoline, voix
Dylan Perron: Banjo 5 cordes, voix
Lisa Demay: Violon, voix


Contrebasse: Daniel Marcoux
Photographie: Vanessa Viera
Infographie: Nadia Zheng
Logo: Pier Emmanuelle Malouin
Mixage: Jean-Philippe Goupil
Enregistré et réalisé par Irish Bastards dans les studios Icitélà.

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The Irish Bastards est composé de Jean-Philippe Goupil (voix, guitare et banjo ténor), Dylan Perron (banjo et voix), Lisa Demay (violon et voix) et Alexandre Veillette (Mandoline, voix, guitare, podorythmie). En présentant un cocktail de musique traditionnelle québécoise, celtique et bluegrass ils ne manquent pas une occasion pour faire chanter et danser leur publique. ... more

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