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Set Me Sailing
03:08
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Set me sailing, I’m gathering hope
‘Cause a noose has no use
But there is for a rope
When you’re sailing
From Baltimore quays
You’d be laughing when treating
The gale as a breeze
Or exhaling
After several nights
With your head underwater;
But the water was ice
Entertaining
The gulls on the hull
You’re clearing your throat
But the boat is still full
Stop complaining
And throttle the jib
Inspiration was faint
when you’d done what you did
Nothing’s wasted
Though the time it is gone
But the summer was open
And the winter is long
So, sail on.
Now the wailing
The youth that had
If you’re feeling old now
Then you should talk to your Dad
Or your mother
The ones who believed
Who got such a wallop
When you got up to leave
The distraction
That you needed to find
But the bottle is empty
And the river is wide
And the Heartache
You knew that you caused
It could’ve been easy
Though you never at all
Thought to answer
When she looked in your eyes
She’d have loved you forever
Had you stopped telling lies
What a feeling
To be young again
Though you look so much older
There’s a sail you’ve to mend
You’re off again
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2. |
Small Town Ireland
02:32
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Small town Ireland’s dead and gone
Though stone wall fairies linger on
These power cuts have always shown
That Hibernia fears her unknown
These Dublin girls who’ve never seen stars
Never seen stars, just banks and cars
Shall we curve our East Atlantic?
The blessed antics of young romantics
I am young and you are younger
Born and bred in thirst and hunger
To know
To know
If you’ll feel old when you turn twenty
I know that I still feel like I’m
Young
Young
In all I’ve said and all I’ve done
Small town Ireland’s dead and gone
With time our terror marching on
These power cuts have always led
To whispers “Wake our glorious dead;
For these Dublin girls who’ve never seen stars
Never seen stars, show how you starved.
And if our Fenians burn in hell
I’ll burn in hell, I’ll burn in hell”
I am young and you are younger
Born and bred in thirst and hunger
To know
To know
If you’ll feel old when you turn twenty
I know that I still feel like I’m
Young
Young
You want to live by the water
I, a son, and you, a daughter
Of old
Of old
You want to live by the water
I, a son, and you, a daughter
Of old
Of old
This land of silver and gold
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Leevy Cork, Ireland
The songs and music of Gaeltacht reared artist Amhlaoibh McSweeney.
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