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CHRISTY MOORE – MYSTIC LIPSTICK
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin She wears mystic lipstick, she wears stones and bones, She tells myth and legend, she sings rock and roll. She wears chains of bondage, she wears wings of hope, She wears the gown of plenty, and still it's hard to cope. Chroi O mo chroi, your heart is breaking, Your eyes are red, your song is blue. Your poets underneath the willow in despair. They have b...
CHRISTY MOORE – SO DO I
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin This is the day the fisherman likes And so do I When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes Hear the curlews cry The nightingale sings her best We'll drink a pint in hamiltons rest And the girl i love wore a muslin dress The fisherman dream of the sun in the west And so do I And so do I Now i can see Since the girl i love dearly Has cast her loving...
CHRISTY MOORE – A PAIR OF BROWN EYES
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin One summer evening drunk as hell I sat there nearly lifeless. An old man in the corner sang, Where the water lilies grow. On the jukebox Johnny sang, About a thing called love. And it's "how are you kid? What's your name? And what do you know?" In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground. The arms and legs of other men Were scattere...
CHRISTY MOORE – CONTINENTAL CEILIDH
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin Over in McCann's there's a grand type of dance band a'playin' And they're spinning out the continental ceilidh They're comin' in their cars from the bars Over in Leister and Killane Just to hear the famous Gunter Reynolds playing Out the star of Munster with Hans O'Donahue Neatly rappin' out a tango on the spoons Such commotion will act like a lotion on the st...
CHRISTY MOORE – SWEET MUSIC ROLL ON
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin Down by O'Connell street one summers evening I meet a young woman, it was our first meeting Crossed over the bridge and down by the river By the strawberry beds I found that I knew her She called me her darling man We spend a few hours and we drank a few glasses We danced at the bar ignoring their glances Ev'ryone knew her name and they knew by my face With a ...
CHRISTY MOORE – MATTY
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin Matty went out on a frozen night Making heading for the pub his shoulders hunched up tight His head down on the railroad track And his old cow Delia sad lowin' him back He met with a dark and troubled man As he passed him by called back at him Hey Matty can't you see what's become of me In this country of the blind The house I've left is dead to me To me...
CHRISTY MOORE – GO MOVE SHIFT
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin Born in the middle of the afternoon In a horsedrawn carriage on the old A5 The big twelve wheeler shook my bed, "You can't stay here" the policeman said. CHORUS You'd better get born in some place else. So move along, get along, Move along, get along, Go! Move! Shift! Born in the common by a building site Where the ground was rutted by the trail of whee...
CHRISTY MOORE – THE NIGHT VISIT
Published on Tuesday, February 28, 2012 by admin Who are you, me pretty fair maid Who are you, me honey? Who are you, me pretty fair maid Who are you, me honey? She answered me modestly, "Well I am me mammy's darling." CHORUS With your too-ry-ah Fol-de-diddle-dah Me Day-re fol-de-diddle Dai-rie oh. And will you come to me mammy's house When the moon is shining clearly. And will you come to me mamm...
CHRISTY MOORE – BLACKJACK COUNTY CHAINS
Published on Monday, February 27, 2012 by admin I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County. Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty, For men like me that hadn't got a penny to their name. So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains. And all we had to eat was bread and water, Each day we built the road a mile and a quarter, A Black Snake Whip would cut the back of any man who co...
CHRISTY MOORE – BELFAST BRIGADE
Published on Monday, February 27, 2012 by admin the black and tans from London came to shoot the people down they thought the IRA was dead in dear old Belfast town those cruel English soldiers they were seriously dismayed "no Surrender" was the war cry of the Belfast brigade Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to this island, Glory to the memory of the men Who found their grave, "No surrender" is...
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