| 21. Andy M. Stewart - Ae Fond Kiss |
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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee....
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| 22. Andy M. Stewart - Ramblin' Irishman |
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I am a ramblin' Irishman It's Ulster I was born in And manys the happy hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin Ah but to live poor I could not...
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| 23. Andy M. Stewart - Take Her In Your Arms |
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Have you seen him on the corner And his lip would reach the pavement. He's been hiding from his razor, Is he not an awful sight? In love he was the...
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| 24. Andy M. Stewart - To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go |
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My heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus.-To the weaver's...
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| 25. Andy M. Stewart - The Exile Of Erin / Air: I Mo Sheasamh Ar An Tra (as I Stand On The Beach) |
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THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing. To...
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| 26. Andy M. Stewart - The Irish Stranger |
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Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from...
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| 27. Andy M. Stewart - Tae The Weaver's Gin Ye Go |
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My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonnie westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus: Tae the weaver's...
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| 28. Andy M. Stewart - Hey How Johnie Lad |
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When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather, Hey, brave...
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| 29. Andy M. Stewart - Monday Morning |
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Monday morning, why do you haunt me With your bells and factory whistles all around? Monday morning, why do you taunt me? And I so tired I could...
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| 30. Andy M. Stewart - Young Jimmy In Flanders |
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Will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? There you'll get wine and brandy And medals find and dandy, O will...
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| 31. Andy M. Stewart - Green Grow The Rashes, O |
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Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. There's nought but...
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| 32. Andy M. Stewart - Matt Hyland |
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There was a lord, lived in this town Who had a handsome, lovely daughter. She was courted by a fair young man Who was a servant to her father. But...
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| 33. Andy M. Stewart - Tibbie Fowler O' The Glen |
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Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Ten cam' east and ten cam' west...
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| 34. Andy M. Stewart - Tak' It, Man Tak' It |
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When I was a miller in Fife, Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer Said, Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife, To help to mak' brose to your...
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| 35. Andy M. Stewart - Dublin Lady |
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It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that do sail, It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit alone upon her...
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| 36. Andy M. Stewart - Hey, Ca' Thro' |
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Up wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' Leven. Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we...
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| 37. Andy M. Stewart - Gallant Murray (gathering Of Athole) / The White Rose |
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Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray Wha will ride for Geordie's sel' He's the flower o' Glen Isla And the darlin' o' Dunkeld See the white rose in his...
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| 38. Andy M. Stewart - The Parish Of Dunkeld |
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Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish; Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld. They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor, Dang doun the...
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| 39. Andy M. Stewart - Bogie's Bonnie Bell |
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At market day in Huntley toon, an' it was there I did agree Wi' Bogieside the farmer a twelvemonth for to fee Tae drive his twa best horses, that's a...
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| 40. Andy M. Stewart - Queen Amangst The Heather |
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As I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy but a fair young maid As I wi' others was out a...
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