Planxty

Follow Me Up To Carlow - Planxty Lift, McCahir Og, your face Still brooding over the old disgrace? That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place Drove you to the Fern Gray said victory was sure And soon the Firebrand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalur

A gentleman was passing by He asked for a drink as he got dry At the well below below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Me cup is full up to the brim If I were to stoop I might fall in At the well below the valley o Green g

Ce/ he/ siu/d thi/os ata/ ag leagadh na gclathacha?(3) 'Mise me/ fe/in,' a deir Cu/nla Curfa: Chu/nla chaoin na/ tara ni/os giorra dhom(3) 'Maise mur' dtaga,' a deir Cu/nla Ce/ he/ siu/d thi/os ata/ ag bualadh na bhuinneoga?(3) 'Mise me/ fe/in,' a de

Lonely, the life that I once led. Strange the paths on which we tread Led me to you, unlikely but true. Sabra girl, clouding my view. Rainy, the day the first time we met. Deep was the talk as we lay on your bed. It didn't seem wrong to sing a sad so

As I roved out on a bright May morning To view the meadows and flowers gay Whom should I spy but my own true lover As she sat under yon willow tree I took off my hat and I did salute her I did salute her most courageously When she turned around well

I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride He and I took a stroll down by the by the sea side A seeking good fortune and what might be tide 'Twas just as the day was a dawning After resting we both took a tramp We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cra

A blacksmith courted me Nine months and better He fairly won my heart Wrote me a letter. With his hammer in his hand He looked so clever And if I was with my love I would live forever. But where is my love gone With his cheeks like roses And his good