Álbum Sean-nós sua de Sinéad O'Connor - Canciones

Sean-nós sua

2002 |

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Peggy GordonVer letra

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O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling

Come sit you down upon my knee

And tell to me the very reason

Why I am slighted so by thee

I am so deep in love that I can't deny it

My heart lies smothered in my breast

But it's not for you to let the whole world know it

A troubled mind can find no rest

I leaned myself on a cask of brandy

It was my fancy, I do declare

For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking

Wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wished I was in a lonesome valley

Where womankind cannot be found

And the pretty little birds do change their voices

And every moment a different sound

I wish I was away in Ingo

Far away across the briny sea

Sailing over deepest waters

Where love nor care never trouble me
Her Mantle So GreenVer letra

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As I went out walking one morning in June,

To view the fair fields and the valleys in bloom,

I spied a pretty fair maid she appeared like a queen

With her costly fine robes and her mantle so green.

Says I, "My pretty fair maid, won't you come with me

We'll both join in wedlock, and married we'll be,

I'll dress you in fine linnen, you'll appear like a queen,

With your costly fine robes and your mantle so green."

Says she now, "You Young man, you must be excused,

For I'll wed with no man, you must be refused;

To the green woods I will wander to shun all men's view, ...(?)

For the lad that I love fell in famed Waterloo."

"O, then, if you won't marry, tell me your love's name,

For I being in battle, I might know the same."

"Draw near to my garment and there will be seen,

His name is embroidered on my mantle so green."

In raising her mantle there I did behold

His name and his surname in letters of gold;

Young William O'Reilly appeared in my view

He was my chief comrade back in famed Waterloo.

But when he was dying I heard his last cry

'If you were here, Lovely Nancy, contented I'd die;'

Now Peace is proclaimed, and the truth I declare

Here is your love token, the gold ring I wear."

O, Nancy, dear Nancy, 'tis I won your heart

In your father's garden that day we did part.

Now the wars are all over, no trouble is seen

And I'll wed with my true love in her mantle so green."
Lord FranklinVer letra

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We were homeward bound one night on the deep

Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep

I dreamed a dream and I thought it true

Concerning Franklin and his gallant crew

With 100 seamen he sailed away

To the frozen ocean in the month of May

To seek a passage around the pole

Where all poor sailors do sometimes go.

Through cruel hardships they vainly strove

Their ships on mountains of ice was drove

Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe

Was the only one that ever came through

In Baffin's Bay where the whale fish blow

The fate of Franklin no man may know

The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell

And Lord Franklin among his seamen do dwell

And now my burden it gives me pain

For my Lord Franklin I'd sail the main

Ten thousand pounds I would freely give

To know Lord Franklin, and where he is.
The Singing BirdVer letra

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I have seen the lark soar high at morn

Heard his song up in the blue

I have heard the blackbird pipe his note

The thrush and the linnet too

But there's none of them can sing so sweet

My singing bird as you.

If I could lure my singing bird

From his own cozy nest

If I could catch my singing bird

I would warm him on my breast

For there's none of them can sing so sweet

My singing bird as you.

My singing bird as you.

My singing bird as you.
Óró Sé do Bheatha ´Bhaile
Molly MaloneVer letra

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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder

For so were her father and mother before

And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

She died of a fever and no one could save her

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone

Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!

A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!

Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
Paddy´s Lament
The Moorlough ShoreVer letra

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The Moorlough Shore

You're hills and tales and flowery vails

that lie near the moorlough shore.

Your vines ? by borden's grove.

Will I ever see you more ??

Where the prim rose blows

and the violet grows.

Where the trout and salmon play.

With my light and talk daylight I took

to spend my youthful days.

Last night I went to see my love,

and to hear what she might say.

To see if she'd take pitty on me,

lest I might go away.

She said, "I love that Irish lad,

and he was my only joy,

and ever since I saw his face

I've loved that soldier boy."

Perhaps your soldier lad is lost

sailing over the sea of maine.

Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover,

you may never see him again.

Well if my Irish lad is lost,

he's the one I do adore,

and seven years I will wait for him

by the banks of the moorlough shore.

Fairwell to Sinclaire's castle ground.

Fairwell to the foggy dew.

Where the ? wales lie ?

and ? stream runs still.

Near there I spent my youthful days

but alas ?,

for cruelty has banished me

far away from the moorlough shore.
The Parting GlassVer letra

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Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company. And

all the harm that ever I've done, alas it was to none but me.

And all I've done for want of wit to mem'ry now I can't recall; So

fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend, and leisure time to sit awhile. There

is a fair maid in this town, that sorely has my heart beguiled. Her

rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own, she has my heart in thrall; Then

fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.

Oh, all the comrades e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away. And

all the sweethearts e'er I had, they'd wished me one more day to stay.

But since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I

gently rise and softly call, Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Báidín FheilimíVer letra

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Baidin Fheilimi, d'imigh go Gabhla,

Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann,

Baidin Fheilimi D ' imigh go Gabhla

Baidin Fheilimi 's, Feilimi ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin Fheilimi d ' imigh go Trocaigh,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilime ann.

Baidin Fheilimi d ' imigh go Trocaigh,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilime ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin Fheilimi briseadh i dToraigh,

Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann.

Baidin Fheilimi briseadh i dToraigh,

Baidin Fheilimi ' s Feilimi ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.

Baidin bideach, baidin beosach, Baidin boidheach,

baidin Fheilimi,Baidin direach, baidin deontach,

Baidin Fheilimi 's Feilimi ann.
My Lagan LoveVer letra

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Where Lagan stream sings lullaby

There blow a lily fair

The twilight gleam is in her eye

The night is no her hair

And like a love-sick lenanshee

She hath my heart in thrall

Nor life I owe, nor liberty

for love is lord of all

and often when the beetles horn

Hath lulled the eve to sleep

I steal unto here shielding lorn

And thro' the dooring peep

There on the cricket's singing stone

She makes the bog wood fire

And hums in sad sweet undertone

The song of heart's desire
Lord Baker (with Christy Moore)
I´ll Tell Me Ma