Irish Songs
Contributed by Phil
- Spanchill Hill
- Fairy Tale of New York
- Missing You
- Black is the Color
- The Leaving of Liverpool
Spanchill Hill
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by,
my mind it bent on wandering to Ireland I did fly,
I stepped on board a vision I followed with the wind,
when next I came to anchor at the cross at Spanchill Hill,
Been on the 23rd of June the day before the fair,
when Ireland's sons and daughters friends assembled there,
The young the old the sick and the bold in their duty to fulfill,
at the parish church at Clooney a mile from Spanchill Hill,
I paid a flying visit to my 1st and only love,
she's as white as any lily gentle as a dove,
she through her arms around me saying Johney I love you still,
Ahh she's Ned the farmers daughter and the pride of Spanchill Hill,
I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of old,
Ahh Johney your only joking as many time before,
when the cock it crew in the morning it crew both loud and shrill,
when I woke in California many miles from Spanchill Hill
Fairy Tale of New York
It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunk tank
An old man said son, Won't see another one,
And then he sang a song, The rare auld mountain dew,
I turned my face away, And dreamt about you.
God I'm the lucky one, Came in 18 to 1,
I got a feeling, This years for me and you,
So happy Christmas, I love you baby,
There's gonna be good times, when all our dreams come through.
They got cars big as bars, They got rivers of gold,
But the wind blows right through you, No place for the old,
When you first took my hand on that cold Christmas Eve,
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.
You were handsome, You were Pretty, Queen of New York City,
When the band finished playing the crowd howled for more,
Sinatra was singing all the crowd they were singing,
Ohh we kissed in the corner and danced round the floor.
And the band in the N.Y.P.D. choir, were singing Galway Bay,
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.
I could of been someone, Well so could anyone,
I took my dreams from you, When I first met you,
I kept them with me babe, I put them with my own,
I can't make it all alone, I've build my dreams around you.
You're a bum, you're a punk you're an auld hoar and junk,
Lying there on the drip, nearly dead in the bed,
you're a scumbag, you're a maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
Happy Christmas my arse, Oh I'd rather be dead.
And the band in the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing Galway Bay,
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day,
Missing You
Ohh I'm missing you,
I'd give all for the price of the flight,
Ohh I'm missing you,
under Picadilly Neon.
In nineteen hundred and eighty six there's
There not much for a chippy or swinging the pick
and you can't live on love and on love alone
so you sail cross the ocean away cross the foam
To where you're a paddy you're a biddy you're a mick
good for nothing but stacking the brick
and your best mates a spade and he carries a hog
two work horses heavily shod
Ohh I'm missing you,
I'd give all for the price of the flight,
Ohh I'm missing you,
under Picadilly Neon.
Who did you murder or are you a spy
I'm fond of a drink helps me laugh helps me cry
Now I just drink black bitty for a permanent high
and I'll laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
Ohh I'm missing you,
I'd give all for the price of the flight,
Ohh I'm missing you,
under Picadilly Neon.
All you young people now take my advice
Before crossing the ocean you better think twice
Cos you can't live without love without love alone
and the proofs around London in the nobody zone
where the summer is fine but the winters a fridge
wrapped up in auld cardboard neath the charring cross bridge
and they never go home now because of the shame
of the misfits reflection in a shop window pane
Ohh I'm missing you,
I'd give all for the price of the flight,
Ohh I'm missing you,
under Picadilly Neon.
Black is the Color
Black is the color, of my through loves hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile,
And the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground where on she stands,
I love my love well she knows,
I love the ground where on she goes,
I wish for the day it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one,
I go to the Clyde I mourn and weep,
Satisfied I never can be,
Then I write her a letter just a few short lines,
And suffer death a thousand times,
Black is the color of my through loves hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile,
And the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground where on she stands,
The Leaving of Liverpool
Farwell, a princes landing stage, they were merely fare-de-well,
I am bound for California, a place I know so well.
(Chorus)
So fare-de-well my own true love
When I return united we will be
Its not the leaving of Liverpool that greaves me
But my darling when I think of tee
I am bound for California
By way of stormy Cape Horn
I will write to tee a letter, Love
When I am homeward bound
(Chorus)
I have shipped a yankee clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
Dan Burges is the captains of her
and they say she's a floating hell
(Chorus)
I have sailed with Burges once before
I think I knew him well
If a mans a sailor he will get a long
If not then he's sure in hell
(Chorus)
Farewell to lord Fredrick Street
And St Tenance and Park Lane
I am bound away to leave you
and I'll never see you again
(Chorus x 2)