1. Twas A' for Our Rightfu' King
2. Siuil a Ruin
3. Under Fiery Skies
4. Missing You
5. My Father's Ship
6. What I Am Thinking
7. The Witch of the Westmerelands
8. When Margaret Was Eleven
9. Erin-Go-Bragh
10. Dawning's Whisper
11. Geesetracks Set
12. The West's Awake

It was a' for our rightfu' king we left fair Scotland's strand
It was a' for our rightfu' king we e'er saw Irish land my dear,
     We e'er saw Irish land

Now a' is done that men can do, and a' is done in vain
My love and native land fareweel, for I maun cross the main my dear
     For I maun cross the main

He turned him right and round about, and faced the Irish shore
And gave his bridal riens a shake, and adieu forever more my dear
     And adieu forever more The soldier frae the wars returns, the sailor frae the main
But I hae parted frae my love never to meet again my dear
     Never to meet again

When day is gone and night has come, and all folks bound to sleep
I think on him that's far awa' the lee lang night and weep my dear
     The lee lang night and weep

Anders - electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass
Frances - bouzouki
Maggie - vocal, fiddle
Wolf - drums, percussion, Higland pipes

Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin,
Siuil go socair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

His hair was black, his eyes were blue
His arm was stout, his word was true
Oh how I wish I was with you
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I wish I was on yonder hill
And by myself I'd cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I'll sell my rod I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
Around the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

But no, my love, he's gone to France
Afore his fortune to advance
And if ere he return tis but a chance
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Anders - acoustic guitar
Frances - mandolin
Maggie - vocal, fiddle
Wolf - percussive dyn (djembe, drum kit, bodhran)

He spent a long time waiting for the storm
And when it came, she was beautiful
Her hair in wet ribbons drowning her face
And she laughed in the rain and sang under fiery skies

Chorus
So wrap her in the finest gauze
And try to hide the subtle flaws
That spring like hope, eternal
From her rainy lips and shining eyes
And dinna' try to stay her
With a finger of your hand
For the clouds are drawn away
By the morning

Chorus

Chorus
So wrap her in the finest veil
And though her roses turn to pale
And spring no longer blossoms
In her rainy lips and shining eyes
You willna' have to stay her
With a finger of your hand
For the clouds are drawn away
By the morning…

For the clouds are drawn away
By the morning

In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
And you can't live on love, on love alone
So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam

To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
Good for nothing but stacking a brick
Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
Two work horses heavily shod  

Chorus
Oh, I'm missing you
I'd give all for the price of a flight
Oh, I'm missing you
Under Piccadilly's neon

All ye young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
The proof is round London in the nobody zone

Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
And I'll never go home now because of the shame
Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane.

Anders - electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass
Frances - bouzouki, harmony vocal
Maggie - lead vocal
Wolf - drums, harmony vocal

One evening last summer as I lay down to sleep
I saw a lad about six years old at his mother's knee did weep
Saying "Why won't father's ship come in, and why won't he come home
While other ships are sailing in, spreading the ocean foam?"

"He said six months he would be gone, leaving you and I alone
And through the long dark winter nights six months have passed and gone
So why won't father's ship come in, oh mother come tell me why
Why won't father's ship come in, what makes you weep and cry?"

"My boy, your father's long voyage is done, you won't see him anymore
For he and his tall gallant ship will never reach the shore
For the ship and all her cargo went down in the ocean deep
And the sea is rolling mountains high on the graves where they do sleep."

"Oh mother, if this be true, from the grave they will not come
You and I are left alone for to lament and mourn
How well can I remember when he nursed me on his knee
And brought to me some buds and flowers from off the Indian tree."

"My boy, you're the pride of all my heart," and she pressed him to her breast
And closed her eyes to yonder skies where the weary ones find rest
One evening last summer as I lay down to sleep
I saw a lad about six years old at his mother's knee did weep

Anders - bass
Frances - vocal, acoustic guitar
Maggie - fiddle, harmony vocal
Wolf - drums

Dedicated to Patty & Jerry Boisclair

Anders - acoustic guitar
Frances - mandolin
Maggie - fiddle
Wolf - tin whistle

Pale was the wounded knight
That bore the rowan shield,
Loud and cruel were the ravens' cries
That feasted on the field.
Sayin' "Beck water cold and clear
Will never clean your wounds.
There's none but the Maid of the Winding Mere
Can make thee healed and sound."

"So course well my brindled hounds,
And fetch me the mountain hare,
Whose coat is as gray as the West water,
Or as white as the lily fair."
Who said, "Green moss and heather bands
Will never staunch the flood.
There's none but the Witch of the Westmerelands
Can save thy dear life's blood."

"So turn, turn your stallion's head
'Till his red mane flies in the wind,
And the rider of the moon goes by,
And the bright star falls behind."
And clear was the pale evening
When his shadow passed him by,
And overhead was the brightest star
When he heard the owlet cry.

Sayin' "why do you ride this way?
And whafore came ye here?"
"I seek the Witch of the Westmerelands
That dwells by the winding mere."
"Then fly free your good gray hawk
To gather the goldenrod.
And face your horse into the clouds
Beyond yon gaping wood."

And it's weary by Ellswater,
And the misty brakefern way,
Through the cleft of the Kirksten Pass
The winding water lay.

And it's down to the water's brim
He's borne the rowan shield,
And the goldenrod he has cast in
To see what the lake might yield.

Sayin' "Course well, my brindled hounds,
And fetch me the jet-black mare.
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk,
And bring me the maiden fair."

And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod,
Full fast in her arms he lay,
And he has risen healed and sound,
With the sun high in the day.

She said, "Ride with your brindled hounds at heel,
And your good grey hawk in hand:
There's none can harm a knight who's lain
With the Witch of the Westmerelands."

My father waved farewll, and the band played tunes of glory
A giant man in ribbons, and bedevilled dignity
A regimenatl sergeant, the backbone of the empire
For God and righteous glory bound for High Germany

Chorus
Sweet Lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven
They served us war for breakfast, and soldier's songs for tea
"Your daddy's gone campaigning" was their way of not explaining
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

My father made it home, but he came without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
"He's just a child," my mother cried, "To be dressed in full regalia,
And paraded as a hero home from High Germany."

There'll be no more tunes of glory for Margaret and me...

My name is Duncan Campbell from the shire of Argyle
I've traveled this country for many's the mile
I've traveled through Ireland, Scotland, and all
And the name I go under is bold Erin-Go-Bragh

One night in auld Reekie as I walked down the street
A saucy great police I chanced for to meet
He glowered in my face and he gave me some jaw
Saying when came you over, Erin-Go-Bragh?

Well, I am not a Pat, though in Ireland I've been
Nor am I a Paddy, though Ireland I've seen
But were I a Paddy that's nothing at all
For there's many's the bold hero from Erin-Go-Bragh

Well, I know you're a Pat by the cut of your hair
But you all turn to Scotsmen as soon as you're here
You left your own country for breaking the law
And we're seizing all stragglers from Erin-Go-Bragh

Oh, and were I a Pat, and you knew it were true
Or were I the devil, then what's that to you?
Were it not for the stick that you hold in your paw
Then I'd show you a game played in Erin-Go-Bragh

Then a lump of blackthorn that I held in my fist
About his big body I made with a twist
And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw
And paid him stock and interest from Erin-Go-Bragh

Then the people came around like a flock of wild geese
Saying "Catch that daft rascal – he's killed the police!"
And for every friend I had I'd swear he had twa
It was terrible hard times for Erin-Go-Bragh

So come all you young people wherever you're from
Who don't give a damn to what place you belong
I come from Argyle in the highlands so braw
But I ne'er took it ill being called Erin-Go-Bragh

But I came from a wee boat that sails on the Forth
And I packed up my gear and I steered for the north
Farewell to auld Reekie, your police and all
And the devil go with you says Erin-Go-Bragh

Anders - bass
Frances - bouzouki
Wolf - vocal, drums, bodhran

When autumn leaves, they do change their color
You'll find no change in me, my love
When green the winter snows uncover
I'll waken by your side
But the king does call, and I must follow
To fight the cruel enemy
I feel my fate will turn tomorrow
Across the wild sea

Oh give to me your ring of silver
And you take mine if you must go
So that you may know with the passing winter
It's you my heart still holds
Oh don't you hear the dawning's whisper
Calling for my boat to sail
My parting tears I can hold no longer
Farewell my love, farewell

Now autumn leaves they have changed their color
The cold wind blows with the turning tide
Now green the winter snows uncover
I feel my love has died
And I curse the sea, and I curse the winter
I curse the wind that breathes
And I curse the king, and all his servants
That stole my love from me

Your grieving tears, they have called me home
But you know that I cannot stay my love
No sweetest kiss, nor all your beauty
Can save me from the clay
When she awoke to her true love's whisper
He was standing at her feet
And when she rose to pull him to her
He was colder than the sleet

Oh give to me your sword of silver
That will lay me down to die, my love
If you cannot stay, then I must follow
To waken by your side
So he took off his sword of silver
And laid it at her side
And when they heard the dawning's whisper
They were sailing on the tide

Anders - acoustic guitars
Frances - french horn
Maggie - vocal

Anders - acoustic guitar
Frances - bouzouki, mandolin
Maggie - fiddle
Wolf - bodhran, djembe, Highland pipes

In remembrance of the Fenian Uprising of 1798

And if when all the vigil keep, the West's asleep, the West's asleep
Alas full well may Erin weep, bold Connaught lies in slumber deep
Where lake and plain smile fair and free mid rocks their guardian chivalry,
Sing ho! let man learn liberty from crashing winds and slashing seas.

For often in O'Connor's van to triumph dashed each Connaught clan
And fleet as dear the Norman's ran thru Curlew's pass and Ardrahan,
And later times saw deeds as brave and glory guards clan Riggard's grave
Sing ho! they died their land to save on Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's waves.

Yet still when all the vigil keep the West's asleep, the West's asleep,
Alas full well may Erin weep, bold Connaught lies in slumber deep,
But hark! a voice like thunder spake! the West's awake, the West's awake!
Sing ho! hurrah! let England quake...we'll watch till death for Erin's sake.

Maggie - vocal
Wolf - drums

Production Credits
All material arranged by SixMileBridge
Produced by Drennon/Johansson
Recorded and mixed at Houston Audio Labs, Houston TX
Mixed by Anders Johansson
Mastering by Jerry Tubb at Terra Nova Digital Audio, Austin TX