The House In The Glen / The Bohola Jig / Josie McDermott's / Free And Easy [Jigs / Reel]

The King's Shilling [Song]

Before The Storm / The Black Rogue / The Lass Of Ballintra / The (Other) High Reel [Jigs / Reels]

McNally's Row Of Flats [Song]

The Green Hills Of Tyrol / The Fermoy Lassies / The Pinch Of Snuff [Reels]

Jim O'Keefe's / The Clog / The Star Above The Garter / The Hare In The Corn [Slides]

June Apple [Tune And Song]

The Flower Of Kilkenny [Song]

Planxty Miss Maxwell

Lark In The Morning / Cannabhan Ban / Humours Of Ballyloughlin [Jigs]

Fair London Town [Song]

Kitty O'Neill's Champion Jig [Dance]

The Trip To Parliament / The Torn Jacket [Reels]

Fiddle Extravaganza: Never Was Piping so Gay / The Chandelier / Paddy Fahey's #25 / Paddy Fahey's

The Leaving Of Liverpool [Song]

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Oh my love has left me wi' bairnies twa
And that's the last o' him I ever saw
He's joined the army and he marched awa'
He took the shillin'
He took the shillin' and he marched awa'

Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war

He looked so fine as he marched along
Wi' his kilt and sporran an' his musket gun
And the ladies kissed them as they marched awa'
He sailed out by
They sailed out by the Berwick Law

Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war

The pipes did play as he marched along
And soldiers sang out a battle song
"March on, march on," cried the Captain gay
For King and country
For King and country we will fight today

Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war

The battle rattled tae the sound o' guns
And bayonets flashed in the morning sun
The drums did beat and the cannons roar
And the shillin' didn't seem
The shillin' didn't seem much worth the war

Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war

And on they fought and the men did fall
Cut down by bayonet and musket ball
And many o' these brave young men
Would never fight for
Would never fight for their King again

Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
Take the King's shilling an' we're off tae war

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It's down in Bottle Alley, lives Timothy McNally,
A wealthy politician and a gentleman at that,
The joy of all the ladies, the gossoons and the babies,
Who occupy the buildings called McNally's row of flats.

It's Ireland and Italy, Jerusalem and germany, Oh,
Chinamen and nagers, and a paradise for cats,
All jumbled up togather in the snow or rainy weather,
They represent the tenants in McNally's row of flats.

The great conglomeration of men from ev'ry nation,
The babylonian tower, oh! it could not equal that;
Peculiar institution, where brouges without dilution,
Were rattled off together in McNally's row of flats.

It's bags of rags and papers, with tramps and other sleepers,
I talian Lazzaronees, there was lots of other rats,
A lying on the benches and dying then by inches,
From open ventilation in McNally's row of flats.

It never was expected the rent would be collected
They'd levy on the furniture, the bedding, and the slats!
You'd ought to see the rally and battle in the alley,
A throwing out the tenants from McNally's row of flats.

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Wish I was a june apple
Hanging on a tree
Everytime my true love pass
Take a bite of me
Take a bite of me my love
Take a bite of me
Everytime my true love pass
take a bite of me.

You ride the old grey mare
I'll ride the roan
You get there before I do
Leave my gal alone

Train on the island
Heard that whistle blow
Thought I heard my true love say
Yonder comes my beau

Going 'cross the mountain
I'm going in a swing
And when I get to the other side
I'll hear my true love sing.

Don't you hear that banjo sing
I wish that gal was mine
Can't you hear that banjo sing
I wish that gal was mine.

Charlie he's a nice young man
Charlie he's a dandy
Charlie he's a nice young man
Feeds the girls on candy.

Goin down to the river to feed my sheep
Going down to the river Charlie
Going down to the river to feed my sheep
Feed them on Barley.

I once loved a flower in Kilkenny
and a beautiful creature was she
I loved her far better than any,
and I know that young darling loved me.

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She's the beautiful Flower of Kilkenny
shall I gaze on her fair face no more?
I have roamed through the world and seen many,
but there's none like my Eileen , a Sto'r

I remember the first time I met her,
and I gawked at her hand I pursue.
And no man could have felt any better
when she swore she would always be true.

As she left me she gave me a token,
and that was an outburst of tears.
And the words that were generally spoken,
they've reigned in my memory for years.

For this was the last of the token,
that she gave with a fond loving will;
And the words that were generally spoken,
they've reigned in my memory still.

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Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well

Chorus:
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee

I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound
Chorus:

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating Hell
Chorus:

I have shipped with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman, he can get along
If not, then he's sure in Hell
Chorus:

Farewell to lower Frederick Street
Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
For I think it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again
Chorus:

Oh the sun is on the harbour, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again
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