'GRIANAN'
Música Tradicional Irlandesa en Uruguay
I N D I C E
The Newry Highwayman
In Newry town, I was bred and born In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn I served my time at the saddlers trade I always was a roving blade, I always was a roving bladeAt seventeen I took a wife I loved her dearer than I loved my life And so to keep her both fine and gay I went out robbing on the King's Highway, I went out robbing on the King's Highway
I never robbed a poor man yet Nor lately caused anyone to fret But I robbed lords and ladies fine And I carried the gold on to my heart's delight, I carried the gold on to my heart's delight
I robbed Lord Baldwin, I do declare And Lady Mansell up in Grosvenor Square I closed my shutters I then bid goodnight And I carried the gold on to my heart's delight, I carried the gold on to my heart's delight
Break
To Covent Garden I made my way With my dear wife for to see the play Lord Fielding's men, there did me pursue And I was taken by that cursed crew, oh I was taken by that cursed crew
My father cried "Oh, my darling son" My wife she cried "Now I am undone" My mother tore her gray locks and cried It’s in the cradle I should have died, it’s in the cradle I should have died
And I am dead, aye and afore my grave A flashy guild ‘neral pray let me have Six highwaymen are to carry me Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty, oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty
Fade Break
As sung in "SOLAS"
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Black Velvet Band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the landWith her hair thrown over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band.
As
I went walking down Broadway not intending to stay very long
I met with
this frolicsome damsel as she came a tripping along.
A
watch she pulled out of her pocket and slipped it right into my hand
On
the very first day that I met her, bad luck to the black velvet band
Her
eyes they shone like diamonds you'd think she was queen of the land
With
her hair thrown over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band.
Before
judge and jury next morning both of us did have to appear
A gentleman
claimed his jewelry and the case against us was so clear
Seven long years
transportation to the Island of Van Dieman's Land
Far away from my friends
and companions betrayed by a black velvet band
Her
eyes they shone like diamonds you'd think she was queen of the land
With
her hair thrown over her shoulders tied up with a black velvet band.
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Hills of Connemara
Keep
your eyes well peeled today the Excise Men are on their way
Searching
for the 'mountain tay' in the hills of Connemara.
Gather
up the pots and the old tin can,
the mash, the corn, the barley and the
bran
Run
like a devil from the Excise Men,
keep the smoke from rising barley.
Mountain
breezes gently blow hear the echo in the valley below,
See
the old Jarveys on the go, in the Hills of Connemara.
Gather
up the pots and the old tin cans,
the mash, the corn, the barley and the
bran.
Run
like a devil from the Excise Man,
keep the smoke from rising barney.
Gather
round the big parade, the Excise Men are at the gate;
"Glory
be to God they've been drinking it nate", in the Hills of Connemara.
Gather
up your pots and your old tin can,
your mash, your corn, your barley and
your bran.
Run
like a devil from the Excise Man,
keep the smoke from rising barney.
All for me Grog
And,
it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and
tobacco
For
I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I
must wander.
Where
are me boots me noggin', noggin' boots
they've gone for beer and tobacco
For
the heals they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And
the soles are looking out for better weather.
And,
it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and
tobacco
For
I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I
must wander.
Where
is me shirt me noggin', noggin' shirt,
it’s gone for beer and tobacco
For
the collar is all worn and the sleaves they are all torn
And
the tail is looking out for better weather.
And,
it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and
tobacco
For
I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I
must wander.
I’m
sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed,
since I first came ashore me
slumber
For
I spend all me dough on the ladies; don’t you know?
Far
across the western ocean I must wander.
And,
it's, all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog,
it's all for me beer and
tobacco
For
I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
across the western ocean I
must wander.
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Irish Traditional Jig: "The Blarney Pilgrim"
Discografía recomendada: "Irish Reels, Jigs, Airs & Hornpipes"
Dan Ar Braz, Duck Baker & Dave Evans
Grianan
Irish Traditional Music
