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Legenda :<\/em>
\n (…) = backvocals
\n … = voz arrastada<\/p>\n

Black is the Colour<\/strong><\/p>\n

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
\n His lips are like some roses fair
\n He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
\n And I love the ground whereon he stands<\/p>\n

I love my love and well he knows
\n I love the ground whereon he goes
\n How I wish the day would soon come
\n When he and I can be as one<\/p>\n

I’ll go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
\n For satisfied I never sleep
\n I’ll write him a letter, just a few short lines
\n And I’ll suffer death ten thousand times<\/p>\n

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
\n His lips are like some roses fair
\n He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
\n And I love the ground whereon he stands
\n I love the ground whereon he stands
\n I love, I love, I love the ground whereon he stands<\/p>\n

Brid Og Ni Mhaille<\/strong><\/p>\n

Is a ‘Bhr\u00edd \u00d3g N\u00ed Mh\u00e1ille
\n ‘S t\u00fa d’fh\u00e1g mo chro\u00ed cr\u00e1ite
\n ‘S chuir t\u00fa arraingeacha
\n An bh\u00e1is tr\u00ed cheartl\u00e1r mo chro\u00ed
\n T\u00e1 na m\u00edlte fear i ngr\u00e1
\n Le d’\u00e9adan ci\u00fain n\u00e1ireach
\n Is go dtug t\u00fa barr bre\u00e1chtacht’
\n Ar Th\u00edr Oirghiall m\u00e1s f\u00edor<\/p>\n

N\u00edl n\u00ed ar bith is \u00e1ille
\n N\u00e1’n ghealach os cionn a’ ts\u00e1ile
\n N\u00e1 bl\u00e1th b\u00e1n na n-airn\u00e9
\n B\u00edos ag f\u00e1s ar an droighean
\n \u00d3 si\u00fad mar b\u00edos mo ghr\u00e1-sa
\n N\u00edos trils\u00ed le bre\u00e1chtacht
\n B\u00e9il\u00edn meala na h\u00e1illeachta’
\n Nach ndearna riamh claon <\/p>\n

Is buachaill deas \u00f3g m\u00e9
\n ‘T\u00e1 triall chun mo ph\u00f3sta
\n ‘S n\u00ed buan i bhfad beo m\u00e9
\n Mura bhfaghidh m\u00e9 mo mhian
\n A chuisle is a st\u00f3ir\u00edn
\n D\u00e9an r\u00e9idh agus b\u00ed romhamsa
\n Cionn deireannach den Domhnach
\n Ar Bh\u00f3ithr\u00edn Dhroim Sliabh <\/p>\n

Is tuirseach ‘s br\u00f3nach
\n A chaithimse an Domhnach
\n Mo hata l’ mo dhorn
\n ‘S m\u00e9 ag osna\u00edl go trom
\n ‘S m\u00e9 ag amharc ar na b\u00f3ithre
\n ‘Mb\u00edonn mo ghr\u00e1-sa ag gabhail ann <\/p>\n

‘S \u00ed ag fear eile p\u00f3sta
\n Is fan \u00ed bheith liom
\n ‘S \u00ed ag fear eile p\u00f3sta
\n Is fan \u00ed bheith liom <\/p>\n

(Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o : www.corrsonline.com)<\/p>\n

Oh Bhr\u00edd \u00d3g O’Malley
\n You have left my heart breaking
\n You’ve sent the death pangs
\n Of sorrow to pierce my heart sore
\n A hundred men are craving
\n For your breathtaking beauty
\n You’re the fairest of maidens
\n In Oriel for sure<\/p>\n

No spectacle is fairer
\n Than moonbeams on the harbor
\n Or the sweet scented blossoms
\n Of the sloe on the throrn
\n But my love shines much brighter
\n In looks and in stature
\n That honey-lipped beauty
\n Who never said wrong <\/p>\n

I’m a handsome young fellow
\n Who is thinking of wedlock
\n But my life will be shortened
\n If I don’t get my dear
\n My love and my darling
\n Prepare now to meet me
\n On next Sunday evening
\n On the road to Drum Slieve <\/p>\n

‘Tis sadly and lonely
\n I pass the time on Sunday
\n My head bowed in sorrow
\n My sights heavy with woe
\n As I gaze upon the byways
\n That my true love walks over
\n Now she’d wed to another
\n And left me forlorn<\/p>\n

Buachaill On Eirne<\/strong><\/p>\n

Buachaill \u00f3n \u00c9irne m\u00e9
\n ‘S bhr\u00e9agfainn f\u00e9in cail\u00edn deas \u00f3g
\n N\u00ed iarrfainn b\u00f3 spr\u00e9 l\u00e9i
\n T\u00e1 m\u00e9 fh\u00e9in saibhir go leor
\n ‘S liom Corcaigh da mh\u00e9id \u00e9, dh\u00e1 thaobh
\n a’ ghleanna ‘s T\u00edr Eoghain
\n ‘S mura n-athra\u00ed m\u00e9 b\u00e9asa\u00ed ‘s m\u00e9 n’ t-oidhr’
\n ar Chontae Mhaigh Eo<\/p>\n

Rachaidh m\u00e9 ‘m\u00e1rach
\n Ag dh\u00e9anamh leanna f\u00e1n choill
\n Gan choite gan gr\u00e1inn\u00edn brach’ ar bith liom
\n Ach duilli\u00far na gcraobh
\n Mar \u00e9ideadh leapa os mo chionn
\n ‘S \u00f3r\u00f3 sheacht m’anam d\u00e9ag th\u00fa
\n ‘S t\u00fa ‘f\u00e9achaint orm anall<\/p>\n

Buachailleacht b\u00f3, mo leo,
\n N\u00e1r chleacht mise ariamh
\n Ach ag imirt ‘s ag ‘ol
\n Le h\u00f3gmhn\u00e1 deasa an tsliabh
\n M\u00e1 chaill m\u00e9 mo st\u00f3r n\u00ed m\u00f3ide
\n Gur chaill m\u00e9 mo chiall
\n A’s n\u00ed m\u00f3 liom do ph\u00f3g n\u00e1’n bhr\u00f3g
\n At\u00e1im ag caitheamh le bliain<\/p>\n

(Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o : www.corrsonline.com)<\/p>\n

I’m a boy from Ireland
\n And I could charm a nice young girl
\n I would not ask for her wealth
\n As I am rich enough myself
\n I own a good part of Cork,
\n Two sides of the glen in Tyrone
\n And not to repeat myself
\n I’m the heir of County Mayo<\/p>\n

I will go tomorrow
\n To make ale in the wood
\n Without a cot, without a boat
\n Without a pinch of gruel with me
\n But leaves of the branches
\n As bedclothes over my head
\n And think well done for you
\n As you watch me from over there<\/p>\n

A cowherd, my pet
\n I’ve never been accustomed to be
\n Instead of playing and drinking
\n With the nice young women on the mountainside
\n If I lost my riches
\n I probably didn’t lose my senses
\n And your kiss is no more to me now
\n Than a shoe worn for a year<\/p>\n

Dimming of the Day<\/strong><\/p>\n

This old house is falling down, around my ears
\n I am drowning in a river of my tears
\n When all my will is gone, you hold me sway
\n And I need you at the dimming of the day<\/p>\n

You pulled me like the moon pulls on the tide
\n You know just where I keep my better side<\/p>\n

What days have come, to keep us far apart
\n A broken promise or a broken heart
\n Now all the bonnie birds have wheeled away
\n And I need you at the dimming of the day<\/p>\n

Come the night you’re only what I want
\n Come the night you could be my confidant<\/p>\n

I see you on the street, in company
\n Why don’t you come and ease your mind with me
\n I am living for the night, we steal away
\n And I need you at the dimming of the day
\n Yes I need you at the dimming of the day..<\/p>\n

Haste to the Wedding<\/strong><\/p>\n

Instrumental<\/p>\n

Heart Like a Wheel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some say the heart is just like a wheel
\n When you bend it you can’t mend it
\n And my love for you is like a sinking ship
\n My heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean<\/p>\n

They say that death is a tragedy
\n Comes once then its over
\n But my one only wish is for that deep dark abyss
\n For what’s the use of living with no true lover<\/p>\n

And it’s only love and it’s only love
\n That can break a human being and turn him inside out
\n That can break a human being and turn him inside out<\/p>\n

When harm is done no love can be won
\n I know it happens frequently
\n What I can’t understand, please God hold my hand
\n Why it should’ve happened to me<\/p>\n

And it’s only love and it’s only love
\n That can break a human being and turn him inside out
\n That can break a human being and turn him inside out<\/p>\n

Some say the heart is just like has wheel
\n When you bend it you can’t mend it
\n And my love for you is like a sinking ship
\n And my heart is on that ship out on mid-ocean<\/p>\n

And it’s only love and it’s only love
\n And it’s only love, it is only love
\n And it’s only love, it is only love
\n And it’s only love, it is only love<\/p>\n

Moorlough Shore<\/strong><\/p>\n

Your hills and dales and flowery vales,
\n That lie near the Moorlough Shore
\n Your vines that blow by Borden’s grove,
\n Will I ever see you more<\/p>\n

Where the primrose glows,
\n And the violet grows
\n Where the trout and salmon play
\n With my line and hook delight I took
\n To spend my youthful days<\/p>\n

Last night I went to see my love,
\n To hear what she might say
\n To see if she’d take pity on me,
\n Lest I might go away<\/p>\n

She said, “I loved an Irish lad,
\n And he was my only joy
\n And ever since I saw his face,
\n I have loved that soldier boy”<\/p>\n

(instrumental)<\/p>\n

Perhaps your soldier lad is lost,
\n Sailing over the sea of Maine
\n Or perhaps he’s gone with some other one,
\n You may never see him again<\/p>\n

Well if my Irish lad is lost,
\n He’s the one I do adore
\n And seven years I wait for him,
\n By the banks of the Moorlough Shore…<\/p>\n

My Lagan Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

Where Lagan stream, sing lullaby
\n There blows a lily fair
\n When twilight gleam, is in her eyes
\n The night is on her air
\n And like a love – sick lenanshee
\n She hath my heart in thrall
\n No life have I, no liberty
\n With love is lord of all<\/p>\n

And sometimes when, the beetles horn
\n Hath lulled the eve to sleep
\n I steal unto her shielding lorn
\n And through her dooreen peep
\n There on the cricket’s, singing stone
\n She stirs the bog wood fire
\n And hums in soft, sweet undertones
\n The song of heart’s desire<\/p>\n

(instrumental)<\/p>\n

Her welcome, like her love for me
\n Is from her heart within
\n Her warm kiss, is felicity
\n That knows no taint of sin<\/p>\n

Old Hag<\/strong><\/p>\n

Instrumental<\/p>\n

Old Town<\/strong><\/p>\n

The girl’s a fool, she broke the rules,
\n she hurt him hard
\n This time he will break down
\n She’s lost his trust and so
\n she must know all is lost
\n The system has broke down
\n Romance has broke down<\/p>\n

This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broken down
\n This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broke down<\/p>\n

She plays it hard, she plays it tough
\n But that’s enough, the love is over
\n She’s broke his heart and that is rough
\n But in the end he’ll soon recover
\n The romance is over<\/p>\n

This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broken down yeaheah yeah
\n This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broke down<\/p>\n

This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broken down yeaheah yeah
\n This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broke down<\/p>\n

I’ve been spending my money in the old town
\n It’s not the same honey, with you not around
\n I’ve been spending my time in the old town
\n I sure miss you honey, when you’re not around
\n When you’re not around this old town<\/p>\n

Ola<\/p>\n

This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broken down yeaheah yeah
\n This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broke down<\/p>\n

This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broken down yeaheah yeah
\n This boy is cracking up
\n This boy has broke down…<\/p>\n

Peggy Gordon<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
\n Come sit you down, upon my knee
\n And tell to me the very reason
\n Why I am slighted so by thee<\/p>\n

I’m so in love that
\n I can’t deny it.
\n My heart lies smothered in my breast
\n But it’s not for you to let the world know it
\n A troubled mind can know no rest<\/p>\n

I put my head to a glass of brandy
\n It was my fancy I do declare
\n For when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
\n And wishing Peggy Gordon was here <\/p>\n

(instrumental)<\/p>\n

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
\n Where womankind could not be found
\n Where little birds sing upon the branches
\n And every moment, has a different sound<\/p>\n

O Peggy Gordon you are my darling
\n Come sit you down upon my knee
\n And tell me the very reason
\n Why I am slighted so by thee
\nVoltar ao Album
\nSpancill Hill
\nLast night as I lay dreaming,
\n of pleasant days gone by
\n My mind being bent on rambling,
\n to Ireland I did fly
\n I stepped on board a vision,
\n and followed with the wind
\n Till next I came to anchor at,
\n the cross near Spancill Hill<\/p>\n

T’was on the 23rd of June,
\n the day before the fair
\n When Ireland’s sons and daughters,
\n and friends assembled there
\n The young, the old, the brave, the bold,
\n came their duty to fill
\n At the parish church at Cluney,
\n just a mile from Spancill Hill<\/p>\n

(instrumental)<\/p>\n

I went to see my neighbours,
\n to hear what they might say
\n The old ones were all dead and gone,
\n the young one’s turning grey
\n I met the tailor Quigley, he’s bold as ever still
\n Sure he used to make my britches,
\n when I lived at Spancill Hill<\/p>\n

I paid a flying visit,
\n to my first and only love
\n She’s fair as any lilly,
\n and gentle as a dove
\n She threw her arms around me,
\n saying “Johnny I love you still”
\n She was Meg the farmers daughter,
\n and the pride of Spancill Hill
\n She was Meg the farmers daughter,
\n and the pride of Spancill Hill<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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