Can you name the Song & Artist?

Good song-Beefcarver!!

But, this is a game.....where you have to figure out which song the lyrics that are posted are from.

Then you get to post lyrics and we'll find your song.

(Kind of an Irish theme going in honor of St. Pat's)

(just PM me if ya have questions )​

 

This is all I can find for the title

Monto
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In a very fine craft,
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her

 

Nancy Whiskey
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One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless.
And old man in the corner sang
where the water lilies grow.

 

Oh my lovely rose of Clare
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Oh please ne'er forget me though waves now lie o'er me
I was once young and pretty and my spirit ran free
But destiny tore me from country and loved ones
And from the new land I was never to see.

 

Seven Drunken Nights
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In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
As our good wives we left in sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
On the Engllsh and thoughts of tomorrow.

 

The Mouse on the Barroom Floor
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
'Bring on the goddam cat!'

 

Remembered Joy
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.

 

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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND

(Guthrie/Menzies)
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It’s been a long 800 years
Of British scorn and Irish tears
And only freedom will suffice
We’ve made too long a sacrifice

 

The Bold Tenant Farmer
...................

Grasp the pleasure that's flying,
For oh, not Orpheus' strain
Could keep sweet hours from dying,
Or charm them to life again.

 

Well, the singers I have are - The Popes, kid you not!

The Hills of Connemara

another part of it

Mind your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Jesus Ch**ist they're drinking it straight
In the hills of Connemara

It sounds more like Jaaaayzus)

I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin, they call it the Coombe.
Me shops and me stalls are laid out on the street,
And me palace consists of one room.
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
Bananas and sugar stick sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
From the floor of me stall in the street.


All of I have of some of these is the songwriter's name.

Stole this card from SOME one who sent it to me, Happy St. Pat's Day, Ronjor!!

 

I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a spot
In Dublin, they call it the Coombe.
Me shops and me stalls are laid out on the street,
And me palace consists of one room.
I sell apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
Bananas and sugar stick sweet.
On a Saturday night I sell second-hand clothes,
From the floor of me stall in the street.


All of I have of some of these is the songwriter's name.

That IS part of the song!!

 

Gonna have to run for a while after this one!


Lannigan's Ball - the Rovers sing it, that's the trouble with Irish songs, EVERY one sings them!

Once I was happy and had a good wife
I had enough money to last me for life
Then I met with a gal and we went on a spree
She taught me smokin' and drinkin' whiskee


Have to make these harder for ya!

 

Jud Strunk - Daisy a day
...........................

We left them there, the years went by, we didn't care if they lived or died
Now we know they are innocent and we wait for those in
Government, to give them back their dignity, and release them unconditionally.

 

"Darby and Joan" by James Lynam Molloy (1837-1909)
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Then I made for runnin’, But she held me sure and fast;

Says, “Ye needna be sae hurry, lad, the secret’s out at last.

Jeannie’s doon at Auntie’s, and she’ll get an awful start,