1. MAIDS of mitchellstown/silverSPEAR
2. THOUSANDS are SAILING
3. WILD mountain thyme
4. cunningham's WALTZ
5. come out you BLACK & TANS/BUS stop REEL
6. is FAD' O BHAILE a D'AITHENOINN
7. EASY and SLOW
8. the MAGEE'S set: skye boat song/ autin tierney's/ BRENDA stubberts
9. among the LIVING
10. GALLIPOLI/hector macdonald the HERO
11. BANISH misfortune/the traveler/congress REEL/DUFFY the dancer
12. RISING of the moon/reconciliation
13. restless FAREWELL

Traditional

the island it is silent now but the ghosts still haunt the waves
and the torch lights up a famished land that fortune could not save
did you work upon the railway did you rid the streets of crime
were your dollars from the white house were they from the five and dime
did the old songs taunt or cheer you or do they still make you cry
did you count the months and years or did your teardrops swiftly dry
oh no says he twas not to be on a coffin ship i came here
and i never even got so far that they could change my name

thousands are sailing across the western ocean
to a land of opportunity that some of them will never see
fortunes previaling across the western ocean
thier bellies full their spirits free
they'll break the chains of poverty and they'll dance...

in manhattan's desert twilight in the death of afternoon
we stepped hand in hand on broadway like the first men on the moon
and the blackbird broke the silence as he whistled it so sweet
and in brendan behan's footsteps we danced up and down the street
then we said goodnight to broadway giving it our best regards
tipped our hats to mr. cohen dear old times squares favorte bard
then we raised our glass to jfk and a dozen more besides
when i got back to my empty room i suppose i must have cried

thousands are sailing again across the ocean
the hand of opportunity draws tickets in our lottery
postcards we're mailing of starry skies and oceans
from rooms that daylight never sees
where lights don't glow on christmas trees but they'll dance...
thousands are sailing again across the ocean
the hand of opportunity draws tickets in our lottery
wherever we go we celebrate the land that makes us refugees
from fear of priests with empty plates
from guilt and weeping effigies but we'll dance, and we'll dance...

oh the summer time is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming
and the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather
will you go lassie go?

and we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme
all around the purple heather, will you go lassie go?

i will build my love a bower by yon clear and crystal fountain
and on it i'll place all the flowers of the mountain
will you go lassie go?

and if my true love, he won't go, i shall surely find no other
to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather,
will you go lassie go?

i was born on the dublin streets where the loyal drums did beat
and the loving english feet they walked all over us
and every single night when me 'da would come home tight
he'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus

come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders
tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra

come let us hear you tell how you slung the great parnell
when you tought them well and truly persecuted
where are the sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
when our leaders of sixteen were executed.

come tell us how ye slew them old arabs two by two
like zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
how bravely you faced war with your sixteen pounder gun
and you frightened them the natives to the marrow

is fad ò bhaile a d'aithneoinn féin do shiùl
do chul dubh daite faoi hata glan éadrom ùr
bhiodh blas na meala 'ach aon mhaidin ar phoig mo rùn
roimhe shamhain gan amhras beidh faire orm féin le chumhaidh

nuair a éìrìm ar maidin is théim go cùl an toigh'
is amharcaim le fada ar un taobh ùd a bhfeicinn mo mhian
ach 'nois tà mé réidh leis go ndeàntar dom cònair chaol
is go bhfàsann an neantòg's an féar glas frìd làr mo chroì

a shùil is glaise nà'n coiscreach nuair is ùire a blàth
scéal cinnte go jcaoinfinn gan stanaodh dà gcluinnfinn do dhàil
feara Eireann's dà mbeadh siad cruinn ar aon chnoc amhàin
a ghrà dà bhféadfainn's tu féin bheadh agam ar làimh

tabhair mo mhallact do d'aithair's do do mhàthair fein
nach dtug beagàn tuigse diut-se le mo làmh a léamh
go moch air maidin a chuirfinnse chugat bri mo scéil
fà mo leithscéal a ghlacadh go gcasfaì duit in uagneas mé

Translation

It's far from home I'd know you by your walk
Your dark head of hair beneath a clean new hat
The taste of honey each morning on your lips
By Halloween it is certain the surveillance of Death will be upon me.

When I awake each morning and go behind my house
I look with longing where my true-love used to walk
I'm finished now forever till laid low in my narrow grave
Till the grasses and nettles germinate through the center of my heart.

O eye more green than grass or fresh growing reed
I'd cry endlessly if I heard you were betrothed
If all the men of Ireland were gathered on one hill
My love, it's you, of all them I would chose still.

A curse I place on your mother and father both
For not teaching you to read the words of my hand
For then I could convey the meaning of my wails
Until the time we can be together once again

'twas down by christchurch i first met with annie
a neat little girl and not a bit shy
she told me her father who came from dungannon
would take her back home in the sweet by and by

and what's it to any man whether or no
whether i'm easy or whether i'm true
as she lifted her petticoats easy and slow
i tied up my sleeves for to buckle her shoe

we wandered by thomas street down to the liffey
the sunshine was gone and the evening grew dark
along the kingsbridge and begod in a jiffy
me arms were around her beyond in the park

from city or country a girl is a jewel
and well made for gripping the most of them are
but any young man is he really a fool
if he tries at the first time to go a bit far

now if ever you go to the town of dungannon
you can search till your eyes are empty or blind
be you lying or walking or sitting or running
a girl like annie, you never will find

i was on the front line of the march down on william street
crowd a cheering, some stones were thrown but otherwise at peace
gas was fired by th army, the marchers sprayed with dye
someone shouted saracens are coming on rossville street they road

a hall of shots rang out, crowd taken unawares
there were people lying, creeping, running, screaming everywhere
bullets coming from all directions, under fire when we moved our heads
though we approaced the soldiers with our hands up in the air

now the ropes slip gently /neath your back
lowered to a peace that you have gained
among the living dressed in black
i'm left standing over, standing over your grave

running by the rubble barricades just past glenfada park
i was dragged out by my hair on the ground, crawling to your side

a man took his coat off, put it under your sweet head
father daly whispered last rites, but you were gone
high up on a hill of creegan derry mourned the fall
when i pray to god i ask him what's the meaning of it all

i remember the day, it stands clear in my mind
we stood down at dun laughaire to wave you goodbye
your ma quietly weeping, there was a tear in my eye
as they sent you to gallipoli to die

you looked so young as you stood there, the glint in your eye
and you sang the rebel songs as the streamers flew high
you were only eighteen yet your mommy and i
let you go to gallipoli to die

you were all that we had, you mommy and me
when you marched with the rest you were proud as could be
and it killed your poor ma and it slowly killed me
when you were blown to kingdom come on the shores of gallipoli

we only got the one letter and we knew right away
it said deepest regrets, your son was bold and he was brave
your ma tunred away and i heard her cry
god, they sent you to gallipoli to die

you fought for the wrong country, you died for the wrong cause
and your ma often said that it was irelands great loss
all those brave young men who marched to foreign shores to fight the wars
when the greatest war of all was at home

now come tell me sean o'farrel, tell me why you hurry so
hush me buachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow.
i bear orders from the captain get ye ready quick and soon
for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.

now come tell me sean o'farrel where the gathering is to be
at the old spot by the river right well known to you and me
and by way for signal token, whistle loud the marching tune
with your pike across your shoulder by the rising of the moon

out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed morning light
murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonley croon
and a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon

all along the singing river that black mass of men was seen
high above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green
death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune
and hurrah me boys for freedom, tis the rising of the moon

well they fought for dear old ireland and full bitter was their fate
oh what glorious pride and sorrow filled the name of '98
but thank god even now are beating hearts in mankind's burning noon
who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon

oh all the money that in my whole life i did spend, be it mine right or wrongfully
i let it slip gladly to my friends to tie up the time most forcefully
but now the bottles are done, we've killed each one, and the table's full and overflows
and the corner sign says it's closing time, so i'll bid farewell and be down the road

oh every boy that ever i touched, i did not do it harmfully
and every boy that ever i hurt, i did not do it knowingly
but to remain as friends you need the time to make amends and stay behind
and since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, and bid farewell and be down the line

oh every foe that ever i faced, the cause was there before we came
and every cause that ever i fought, i fought it full without regret or shame
well the dark does die as the curtain is drawn, and somebody's eyes must meet the dawn
but if i see the day i'd only have to say, so i'll bid farewell in the night and be gone

oh a false clock tries to tick out my time, to disgrace, distract and bother me
and the dirt of gossip flows into my face, and the dust of rumors covers me
but if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick
so i'll make my stand and remain as i am, and bid farewell and not give a damn

oh every thought that's strung a knot in my mind, i might go insane if it couldn't be sprung
but it's not to stand naked under unknowing eyes, it's for myself and my friends my stories are sung
but the time isn't tall, if on time you depend, and no word is possessed by no special friend
and though the line is cut, it aint quite the end, i'll just bid farewell till we meet again
and though the line is cut, it aint quite the end, i'll just bid farewell till we meet again