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Foggy Dew

The star of the County Down

Scartaglen

Dark Island

Lowlands

Ar Ch'akouz

Ar Ch'las

Metig

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Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn,
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum , no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo,
But the Angelus bell o ' er the Liffey swell,
Rang out through the Foggy Dew.

' Twas England bade our Wild Geese Go,
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla 's waves
Or the fringe of the great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse 's side,
Or fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we 'd keep where the Fenians sleep,
' Neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the flag of war.
' Twas better to die ' neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar;
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania ' s Huns, with their great big guns,
Sailed in through the Foggy Dew

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Easter tide,
In the springtime of the year;
While the world did gaze with deep amaze,
At those fearless men but few,
Who bore the fight, that freedom ' s light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.

The star of the County Down

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a Boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare fee
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coasing elf that I shook myself
To make sure I was really there

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I 've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down

As she onward sped, then I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says, I to a passer-by
Who 's the girl with the nut-brown hair ?
Then he looked to me with a smile and says
That 's the gem of the Ireland 's crown
She 's young Rosie McCann from the Banks of the Bann
She 's the star of the County Down.

Scartaglen

In Scartaglen there lived a lass
And every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before going home by Bearna
We won't go home along the road
For fear that you might act the rogue
We won't go home along the road
But we'll go home by Bearna

We won't go home across the fields
The big thornins could stick in your heels
We won't go home across the fields
We'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home around the glen
For fear your blood might rise again
We won't go home around the glen
We'll go home by Bearna

We won't go down the milk boreen
The night is bright we might be seen
We won't go down the milk boreen
But we'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home across the bog
In fear we might meet Kearney's dog
We won't go home across the bog
But we'll go home by Bearna.

Dark Island

Texte de Stewart Ross

In the days long ago when I first left my home
I was young and I wanted the wide world to roam,
But now I am older and wiser you see
And that lovely Dark Island is calling to me.

Though I ' ve wandered away from the land of my birth
And been roaming around to the ends of the earth,
Still my heart is at home in that land far away,
In that lovely Dark Island where memories stray.

Some day I ' ll return to my old distant shore
And from that dear Island I ' ll wander no more
Till the day that I die I shall no longer roam,
For that lovely Dark Island will be my last home.

Though I ' ve wandered away from the land of my birth
And been roaming around to the ends of the earth,
Still my heart is at home in that land far away,
In that lovely Dark Island where memories stray
In that lovely Dark Island where memories stray.

Lowlands

I 'll dream that dream the other night
Lowlands, lowlands away my John
I 'll dream that dream the other night
My lowlands away

I 'll dream I saw my own true love
Lowlands, lowlands away my John
I 'll dream that I saw my own true love
My lowlands away

She was green and wet with weet so cold
Lowlands, lowlands away my John
She was green and wet with weet so cold
My lowlands away

I 'll cut 's away my bonnie brown hair
Lowlands, lowlands away my John
No other man shall think me fell
My lowlands away

My love lives drawn in the wendy lowlands
Lowlands, lowlands away my John
My love lives drawn in the wendy lowlands
My lowlands away.

Ar Ch'akouz

Krouer an e vagan douar
Mantret va halon gant glahar
O kounan e noz a gende
Dam douzig koant dam harante

Me zo var va gwele chomet
Dal chet ziwas gant ar ch ' lenvet
Ma ve va douzig a deufe
Ebel amzer am frealz fe

Evel gant ar vere laouen
Goude eun noz vez a anken
Ma deufe ma dous dam gwelet
Even ganti dizo aniet

Malakafe beg e genou
War bordig skudel va louzou
Da evan goude payefen
Gwelet rak tal e vizen
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Ar Ch'las

Ar chas a glevan o ' ch harzal
Setu ar soudarded c ' hall
Tec ' homp kuit trezek ar c ' hoajou
Kasomp a raok hor chatal

Daoust hag en paotret kernev
E c ' houzān vimp da viken
E c ' houzān vimp ar vac ' herien
A wask al labourerien.

Metig

Tud yaouank a Vreizh-Izel, dedostait da glevet
An istor eus ma daerou ha ma foaniou kalet

Me zo ur c ' hloareg yaouank eus eskopti Kemper
O vont d ' ober e studi da skolaj Landreger

E bord ar mor on ganet, barzh bro sant Gwennole
Ha biskoazh nemet glac ' har ne ' m eus bet em buhez

Glac ' har a wir garantez, setu ma flanedenn
Planedenn rust ha kalet da heuliān penn-da-benn

Pa oan em bugaleaj, ma mamm baour alies
A lavare din ma mab, kad ha ped ar Werc ' hez

Ped anezhi ma mabig, ped Gwerc ' hez Remungol
M ' he fedez a wir galon , ned i jamez da goll.

Bolivia

Ser tu bravura ser la fuerza y juventud
De tu letargo mudo la voz la inquietud

Bolivia

Quiero pegar un grito de liberacion
Despues de un sieclo y medio de humiliacion

Quiero tengan tus dias destino mejor
Y el futuro sonria prometedor

Bolivia

En la falda de tus cerros haré mi hogar
Donde felices los ninos iran a jugar

Bolivia

 

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