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Walk On
04:08
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My friends are leaving
My heart’s torn in two
Mom’s face is showin’
Her son is leaving too.
The road’s unknown
The ocean’s too wide
The Lord’s gonna help me
I know I’ll survive
Walk On, and travel the road
Keep on walkin’, and carry the load
Walk On, continue to roam
Til you find your new home
Walk On, the Lord at your side
Keep on walkin’, and take in the ride
(You better) walk on, you’re never alone
And you’ll find your way home.
New land, new friends
I know where I’ve been
The tunes are playin’
I’m gonna be home again
Nouveau terrain (new ground)
Acceuille des amis (welcomes friends)
Chantez chansons (sing songs)
Heureux d’etre ici (happy to be here)
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Kitty's Wedding
03:52
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Canbrack Girls
03:59
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5. |
Crossroads
03:18
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6. |
Mackerel Sky
05:18
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Linin' Track
05:03
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Green Fields of American
06:56
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Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock,
Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all round;
May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
When far away on the ocean I’m bound.
Oh my father is old and my mother quite feeble,
To leave their own country it grieves their hearts sore;
Oh the tears in great drops down their cheeks they are rolling,
To think they must die upon some foreign shore.
But what matters to me where my bones may be buried
If in peace and contentment I can spend my life?
Oh the green fields of Canada, they daily are blooming;
It’s there I’ll put an end to my misery and strife.
Farewell to the dances in homes now deserted,
When tips struck the lightening in splanks from the floor.
The paving and crigging of hobnails on flagstones,
The tears of the old folk and shouts of encore.
Then its pack up your sea stores considerno longer,
Ten dollars a week isn’t very bad pay.
With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages,
When you’re on the green fields of America.
The sheep ran unshorn and the land’s gone to rushes;
The handyman’s gone and the winders of creels;
Away cross the ocean, good journeymen tailors,
And fiddlers that flake out the old mountain reel.
Ah, but I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing,
When lots of her tradesmen could work for good pay.
But since our manufactories have crossed the Atlantic,
It’s now we must follow to America.
And it’s now to conclude and to finish my ditty
If ever friendless Irishman chances my way;
With the best in the house, I will treat him a welcome,
At home on the green fields of America.
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10. |
Irish Black Bottom
03:43
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11. |
Coming Home
02:39
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Eileen Ivers New York, New York
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