Closer to fine
Eppie Morrie
Fine flowers in the valley
Ho-ro my Johnny

Next market day

Ready for the Storm
Sherherd lad
Siúil a rúin
Susanna Martin


CLOSER TO FINE (T&M: Emily Saliers)

I‘m trying to tell you something of my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you‘ve ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it‘s only life after all

Now darkness has a hunger that‘s insatiable
And lightness has a call that‘s hard to hear
And I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I‘m crawling on your shore

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There‘s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine

I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper
And I was free

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There‘s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I‘d been before, when I went in seeking clarity

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain

We went to the doctor, we went to the mountains
We looked to the children, we drank from the fountains

We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine

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EPPIE MORRIE

Four and twenty highlandmen came to Carronside
To steal away Eppie Morrie, for she wouldn’t be a bride


Out then came her mother, it was a moonlit night
She couldn’t see her daughter for the swords they shone so bright

“Haud away from me, Mother, haud away from me,
There’s no a man in a’ Strathdon shall married be with me.”


They’ve taken Eppie Morrie, on horseback bound her on,

And they went to the minister’s house as fast his horse could go.

Willie’s taken out his pistol, to the minister’s breast,
Saying, “marry me, minister, or else I’ll be your priest.”

“Haud away from me, Willie, haud away from me,
I dare not vow to marry you, unless she’s willing as thee.”

“Haud away from me, good Sir, haud away from me,
There’s no a man in a’ Strathdon shall married be with me.”

They’ve taken Eppie Morrie, since better couldn’t be

And they fled out of Carronside as fast his horse could flee

Then Mass was sung and bells were rung and they all went to bed
And Willie and Eppie Morrie, in one bed they were laid.

“Haud away from me, Willie, haud away from me,
Before I loose my maidenhood I’ll fight with you til day!”

All through the night they wrestled there until the light of day
And Willie grat, and Willie sweat, but he couldn’t stretch her spey

Early in the morning, at the hour of three,
In came the maid of Scalliter, shirt and gown alone

“Get up, get up, young woman, and drink the wine with me.“
„You might have called me maiden, for I’m sure as whole as thee!

Go get me a horse, Willie, get it like a man,

And send me to my mother, a maiden as I came.

Haud away from me, Willie, haud away from me,
There’s no a man in a’ Strathdon shall married be with me.”


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FINE FLOWERS

She sat down below a thorn
Fine flowers of the valley
And it’s there she has her sweet babe born
And the green leaves they grow rarely


Smile now so sweet, my own dear babe
Fine flowers of the valley
And you’ll smile so sweet you’ll smile my deed
And the green leaves they grow rarely

She’s taken out her wee pen knife
Fine flowers of the valley
And she’s twined the wee babe off its life
And the green leaves they grow rarely

She’s houkit a grave by the clear light of dawn
Fine flowers of the valley
And it’s there she’s buried her sweet babe in
And the green leaves they grow rarely

She went down to the church
Fine flowers of the valley
and she spied a wee babe on the porch
And the green leaves they grow rarely

O bonny babe, if you were mine
Fine flowers of the valley
I’d busk you in the silk so fine
And the green leaves they grow rarely

O mother dear, when I was thine
Fine flowers of the valley
You never treated me so kind
And the green leaves they grow rarely

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HO-RO MY JOHNNY

When first I met him I was in my prime
His lips like velvet tasted ruby wine
Now he’s left me in the morning cold
And Johnny he goes roving with another

Chorus:
Ho-ro my Johnny, won’t you come home soon
Winter it is coming, and I’m all alone
Candles are burning in my window low
And the wild geese are roving home


A young man’s love is something to behold
when first you meet him, he’s as pure as gold
He’ll whisper in the moonlight and your hand he’ll hold,
Then he’ll vanish with the morning dew

Chorus

He’ll court you by a meadow in the summertime
When first you love it is the sweetest time
He’ll promise you a golden ring and then one day
He’ll vanish with the morning dew

Chorus

You’ll be waiting for his footsteps in a lonely room
Listen by the window, he’ll be coming soon
Your heart it will be breaking by the early dawn
While Johnny he goes roving with another.

Chorus

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NEXT MARKET DAY

A maid goin’ to Comber her markets to learn
To earn for her Mammy three hanks of fine yarn
She met with a young man along the highway
Which caused this young damsel dally and stray

Chrous:
“Sit down beside me, I mean you no harm
Sit down beside me, this new tune to learn,
Here is three Guineas your mammy to pay
And I’ll teach ye a tune called ‘The Next Market Day’”


O says she, “I have tunes and enough for to do
And my mother has warned me gainst strangers like you
My mother has warned me, and her I must heed
Besides I’ve my markets to make with all speed”

“O your markets can wait, for the day it is young
And the tune I will teach you is easily sung”
“T’is you are the coaxer, one moment I’ll stay
I am longing to learn ‘The Next Market Day’”.

Chorus

They sat down together, the grass it was green
the day was the fairest that ever was seen
“One look in your eye beats a morning in May
I could sit by your side till the next market day!”

This maid she went home and her cheeks they were red
The tune that he played her still rang in her head
When her mother asked questions, ‘tis this she would say
“There was never a tune like ‘The Next Market Day’”.

Chorus


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READY FOR THE STORM (T&M: Dougie MacLean)

The waves crash in as the tide pults out
It‘s an angry sea but there‘s no doubt
That the lighthouse will be shining out
To warn the lonely sailor

Lightning strikes as the wind cuts cold
Through the sailor‘s bones to the sailor‘s soul
Till there‘s nothing left that he could hold
Except the roaring ocean

But I am ready for the storm...

Give me mercy for my dreams
Cause every confrontation seems
To show me what it really means
To be this lonely sailor

But when the skies begin to clear
And the sunlight melts away my fear
I cry a silent weary tear
At those who need to love me

For I am ready for the storm...

Distance it is no real friend
And time will take it‘s time
And you will find that in the end
It brings you near the lonely sailor

But when you take me by your side
You love me warm, you love me
And I should have realized
I had no reason to be frightened

For I am ready for the storm...

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SHEPHERD LAD

Once there was a shepherd lad
Kept sheep upon the hill
And he’s laid his pipe and crook aside
And there he’s slept his fills
He woke up on a riverbank

On a fine May morning

And there he spied a lady swimming
In the clothes that she was born in.

So he raised his head from his green bed

And he approached the maid
“Put on your clothes my dear” he says
“and do not be afraid.
It’s fitter for a lady fair

To sew a silken seam

Than to rise on a fine May morning
And swim against the stream.

“Well if you’ll not touch my mantle

And you’ll leave my clothes alone,
Then I’ll give you all the money, Sir,
That you can carry home.”
“I’ll not touch your mantle
And I’ll leave your clothes alone
But I’ll take you out of the clear water
My dear to be my own.”

So he’s taken her out of the clear water
And he’s ro’ed her in his arms
“Put on your clothes my dear”, he says
“And hide your bounteous charms.”
He put her on a milk white steed
Himself upon another
And it’s all along the way they rode

Like sister and like brother.


They rode up to her father’s gate

And she’s tirled at the pin
And ready stood a porter there
To let the fair maid in.

When the gates were opened

It’s so nimbly she stepped in,

Saying “Kind Sir, you are a fool without

And I’m a maid within.

So fare thee well my modest boy,

I thank you for your care
But had you done as you desired
I’d never have left you there.
I will sew no silken seam
On a fine May morning.
You can bide your time til your time runs out
So take this as fair warning!”

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SIÚIL A RÚIN

Chorus:
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán


I wish I was on yonder hill,
Tis there I‘d sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

I‘ll sell my rock, I‘ll sell my reel
I‘ll even sell my spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

Chorus

I‘ll dye my petticoats, I‘ll dye them red
And round the world I‘ll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

And now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If we meet again, it is but a chance
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

Chorus

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly I would not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

[ Chorus translation:
Go, go, go my love
Go quietly and peacefully
Go to the door and flee with me
And may you go safely my dear. ]


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SUSANNA MARTIN

Susanna Martin was a witch who lived in Amnesbury
with brilliant eye and salty tongue she worked her sorcery
And when into the judge's court the sherriffs brought her hither
The lilacs drooped as she passed by and then were seen to wither

A witch she was though trig and neat her comely head held high
It did not seem that one as she with Satan so could vie
And when in court the afflicted ones proclaimed her evil ways
She loudly laughed and met cotton mather's eyes

Who hath bewitched these maids he asked and strong was her reply
If they be dealing in black art you know as well a I
And when the stricken ones made moan as she approached near
They saw her shape upon the beam, so none could doubt that t'was there

The neighbours round swore to the truth of her satanic power
That she could fly o'er land and stream and come dry-shod through shower
At night it seemed that she appeared a cat of fearsome mean
Avoid, she-devil, they had cried to keep their spirits clean

The spectral evidence was weighed and stern the parson spoke
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live, t‘is written in the book
Susanna Martin, so accused, spake with flaming eyes
I scorn these things for they are not but filthy gossip's lies

Now those bewitched they cried her out and loud their voice did ring
They saw a bird above her head, an evil yellow thing
And so beneath the summer sky Susanna Martin died
But still in scorn she faced the rope - her comely head held high

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2017

Fr. 20. 10.2017
Albstadt

Fr. 03.11.2017
85737 Unterschleißheim
+ Irish Weekend

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Bietigheim


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