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The Dalesman's Litany - Christy Moore

"It's hard when folks can't get their work where they've been bred and born When I was young I used to think I'd bide my time 'mid the roots and the corn But I've been forced to flee the town so here's"

Little Musgrave - Christy Moore

"It fell upon a holy day as many in the year Musgrave to the church did go to see fine ladies there Some were dressed in velvet red and some in velvet grey Then in came Lord Barnard's wife the fairest among"

Wave Up To The Shore - Christy Moore

"A daffodil is born and rises in the spring It opens out its beauty to hear the cricket sing But as quick as it does grow it decays away so soon Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon A"

Nancy Spain - Christy Moore

"Of all the stars that ever shone Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes Like golden corn at harvest time your hair Sailing in my boat the wind Gently blows and fills my sail Your sweet-scented breath"

Johnny Jump Up - Christy Moore

"Ill tell you a story that happened to me One day as I went down to Youghal by the sea The sun it was high and the day it was warm Says I an auld pint wouldn't do me no harm I went in and I called for"

Scariff Martyrs - Christy Moore

"The dreadful news through Ireland has spread from shore to shore Such a deed no living man has ever heard before The deeds of Cromwell in his time I'm sure no worse could do Than them Black and Tans that"

Limerick Rake - Christy Moore

"I am a young fellow that's easy and bold, In Castletown conners I'm very well known. In Newcastle West I spent many a note, With Kitty and Judy and Mary. My father rebuked me for being such a rake, And"

The Knock Song - Christy Moore

"At the early age of thirty-eight me mother said "Go west!" "Get up", says she, "and get a job", says I, "I'll do my best" I pulled on me Wellingtons to march to Kiltimagh But I took a wrong turn in Charlestown"

Lakes Of Pontchartrain - Christy Moore

"It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew. I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain, Which filled me heart with longing for"

Don't Forget Your Shovel - Christy Moore

"don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work or you'll end up where you came from like the"

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