(앨범) John McCormack - Irish Tenor Ballads

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Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms


Label(s): Regis Records

Year of release: 2005
Year of recording: 1928
Recording length: 75/15

Performer:
John McCormak



 1. The Star Of The County Down (Trad.arr.Hughes/MacGarvey) - 2.00
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1939

The Star of the County Down 
Language: ENGLISH 

Near to Banbridge town in the County Down 
On a morning in July, 
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen 
And she smiled as she passed me by. 

O she looked so neat from her two white feet 
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair. 
Such a coaxin' elf, I'd to shake myself 
To make sure I was really there. 

O 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 I scratched my head 
And I gazed with a feelin' quare. 
There I said, says I, to a passer-by, 
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?" 

Oh! he smiled at me and with pride says he, 
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown. 
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, 
She's the star of the County Down. 

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. 

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there, 
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes. 
And I'll try sheep's eyes and deludtherin lies 
On the heart of the nut-brown Rose. 

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, 
Tho' my plough with rust turn brown, 
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside 
Sits the star of the County Down. 

O 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.


 2. The Garden Where The Praties Grow (Patterson/arr.Liddle) - 2.27
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1930

The Garden Where The Praties Grow

  
Have you ever been in love my boys
Or have you felt the pain?
I'd sooner be in jail myself
Than be in love again
For the girl I loved was beautiful
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow 

She was just the sort of creature boys
That Nature did intend
To walk right through the world my boys
Without the Grecian bend
Nor did she wear a chignon
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow 

Says I: "My pretty Kathleen
I'm tired of single life
And if you've no object!ion, sure
I'll make you my sweet wife"
She answered me right modestly
And curtsied very low
"O you're welcome to the garden
Where the praties grow" 

She was just the sort of creature boys
That Nature did intend
To walk right through the world my boys
Without the Grecian bend
Nor did she wear a chignon
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow 

Says I: "My pretty Kathleen
I hope that you'll agree"
She was not like your city girls
Who say you're making free
Says she: "I'll ask my parents
And tomorrow I'll let you know
If you'll meet me in the garden
Where the praties grow" 

She was just the sort of creature boys
That Nature did intend
To walk right through the world my boys
Without the Grecian bend
Nor did she wear a chignon
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow 

O the parents they consented
And we're blessed with children three
Two boys just like their mother
And a girl the image of me
And now we're goin' to train them up
The way they ought to go
For to dig in the garden
Where the praties grow 

She was just the sort of creature boys
That Nature did intend
To walk right through the world my boys
Without the Grecian bend
Nor did she wear a chignon
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow




 3. The Kerry Dance (Molloy) - 4.07
       with Orchestra conducted by Lawrance Collingwood Rec.1936

The Kerry Dance 
(James L. Molloy,  1837-1909)
from 'Irish Tenor Ballads'

with Orchestra conducted by Lawrance Collingwood 
Rec.1936


Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing
Oh, the ring of the piper's tune
Oh, for one of those hours of gladness
Gone, alas, like our youth, too soon!

When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer's night
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!

Was there ever a sweeter Colleen
In the dance than Eily More
Or a prouder lad than Thady
As he boldly took the floor

Lads and lasses to your places
Up the middle and down again
Ah, the merry hearted laughter
Ringing through the happy glen!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!

Time goes on, and the happy years are dead
And one by one the merry hearts are fled
Silent now is the wild and lonely glen
Where the bright glad laugh will echo ne'er again
Only dreaming of days gone by in my heart I hear

Loving voices of old companions
Stealing out of the past once more
And the sound of the dear old music
Soft and sweet as in days of yore

When the boys began to gather
In the glen of a summer's night
And the Kerry piper's tuning
Made us long with wild delight!
Oh, to think of it
Oh, to dream of it
Fills my heart with tears!



 4. Down By The Sally Gardens (Trad.arr.Hughes) - 2.36
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1939

Down By The Sally Gardens 
(Trad.arr.Hughes)

with Gerald Moore (Piano)
Rec.1936

  
Down by the Salley Gardens
My love and I did meet;
She passed the Salley Gardens
With little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
As the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
With her would not agree.

In a field by the river
My love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
She laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
As the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
And now am full of tears.



 5. Mother Machree (Ball/Olcott/Young) - 3.08
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1927

Mother Machree 
(Ball/Olcott/Young)

with Edwin Schneider (Piano) 
Rec.1927


 
There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own.
There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known;
There's a place in my mem'ry, my life, that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will.

CHORUS: Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed, and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers, so toil-worn for me,
Oh, God! bless you and keep you, Mother Machree!

Ev'ry sorrow or care In the dear days gone by,
Was made bright by the light of the smile in your eye;
Like a candle that's set in the window at night,
Your fond love has cheered me and guided me right. 
CHORUS


 6. The Rose Of Tralee (Glover/Spencer) - 3.15
       with Orchestral Accompaniment Rec.1930

The Rose of Tralee 


The pale moon was rising above the green mountain; 
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea 
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain 
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee. 
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer 
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone the won me 
Oh, no! 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning 
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee 

The cool shades of evening their mantle was spreading, 
And Mary, all smiling, was listening to me, 
The moon through the valley, her pale rays was shedding 
When I won the heart of the rose of Tralee 
Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer 
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone the won me 
Oh, no! 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning 
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee 

In the far fields of India, 'mid wars dreadful thunders, 
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me, 
But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder, 
I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee. 
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, 
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; 
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning, 
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

* These words are by C. Mordaunt Spencer and the music is by Charles W. Glover. 
The song was originally published in London circa 1845. 



The Rose of Tralee는 Ireland인들이 즐겨 부르는 노래로써 William Pembroke 
Mulchinock가 사랑하던 하녀 Mary O'Connor를 위해 썼던 시에 곡을 붙인 것이다. 
하지만, 그들의 사랑은 신분상의 차이와 부모님의 반대로 인해 끝내 이루지 못한 
애절하고도 슬픔 것이었다. 사망사건과 관련 엉뚱한 누명을 쓰게된 Mulchinock은 
괴롭고 답답한 심정을 달래기 위해서 인도로 도피해서 전장을 전전하며 종군기자 
생활을 하다가 6년만에 돌아온 첫날 Mary의 장례행렬을 맞이해야만 했다. 

그후 그는 Alicia라는 여인을 만나 결혼하여 미국으로 건너가 정착했지만 결국 이혼하고 
처자식을 남겨둔채 혼자 Tralee로 돌아갔다. 그러나, 이미 세상을 떠나버린 Mary를 
잊지 못해 마음 둘 곳을 찾지 못해서 술로 세월을 죽이며 절망 속에 나날을 보냈다. 
그런 가운데서도 예전에 썼던 시에 다음과 같이 제3연을 더 보탬으로써 그는 시인으로써의 
마지막 자존심과 면모를 잃지 않았다. 44세의 젊은 나이에 요절한 그의 유언에 따라 
그는 지금 Clogherbrien에 Mary 곁에 묻혀 영원한 잠에 빠져있다. 



 7. Believe If All Those Endearing Young Charms - 2.55
       (Trad.arr.Schneider/Moore) with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1935

Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
믿어주오, 이 모든 것이 변할지라도 
(a poem by Thomas Moore 토마스 무어 시 / 아일랜드 민요)
 
Believe me if all those 
Endearing young charms 
Which I gaze on so fondly today 
Were to change by tomorrow 
And fleet in my arms, 
Like fairy gifts fading away 
Though would'st still be adored 
As this moment thou art 
Let thy loveliness fade as it will 
And around the dear ruin 
Each wish of my heart 
Would entwine itself 
Verdantly still.  


믿어주오 
오늘의 그대 모습 
젊은 매력과 아름다움이 
내일이면, 요정의 선물처럼 
내 품에서 사라진다 해도 
나는 지금처럼 그대 사랑하리 
그대의 매력 다 흘러가도 
빈터에 남은 사랑의 소망들은 
여전히 푸르게 머믈지니  


It is not while beauty 
And youth are thine own 
And thy cheeks 
Unprofaned by a tear 
That the ferver and faith 
Of a soul can be known 
To which time will but 
Make thee more dear 
No the heart that has truly loved 
Never forgets 
But as truly loves 
On to the close 
As the sunflower turns 
On her god when he sets 
The same look which 
She'd turned when he rose.  


그대 아직 젊고 어여쁠 때는 
눈물로 뺨을 씻을 때는, 
세월이 가도 변하지 아니하는 
영혼의 열정 알지 못하네 
진실한 사랑은 잊는 법이 없어 
마지막까지 그침이 없네 
해가 떠올라 서산에 질 때까지 
변함없는 해바라기처럼  



 8. The Green Isle Of Erin (Roeckel/Bingham) - 3.57
       with Orchestra conducted by Lawrance Collingwood Rec.1936

The Green Isle Of Erin


There is a voice in the silence
A voice ever calling
A voice like the song of a far distant sea
A music the soul
Of the wild breakers roaring
If floats like a dream
Oer the waters to me
I hear it with tears
And a heart wildly beating
While far and alone
In a strange land I roam
And I weep as I list
And my prayers give it greeting
The voice of the green isle
My country and my home

(chorus)
Oh green isle of erin
That waits for me yonder
Though fate may decree
Tis forever be part
Still exiled and lonely
Where ere I may wander
The green isle of erin
Remains in my heart

There is nowhere a sea
Like the blue rippling ocean
That surges around
And beside that dear strand
Theres nowhere a star
That looks down in devotion
So bright as are those
That shine down on the land

(chorus)

With tears in my heart
Tears beyond all controlling
I wake and remember
An exile am i
And ipray as tho between us
The wide seas are roaring
To come home to thee
It is only to die

Oh green isle of erin
That waits for me yonder
Though fate may decree
Tis forever be part
Still exiled and lonely
Where ere I may wander
The green isle of erin
Remains in my heart



 9. Off To Philadelphia (Haynes/Temple) - 3.28
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1941

Off to Philadelphia

Oh, me name is Paddy Leary from a spot in Tipperary
The hearts of all the girls I'm a thorn in
But come the break of mornin it is they who'll be forlorn
For I'm off to Philadelpha in the morning

cho:
With me bundle on me shoulder, faith, there's no man can be bolder
I'm leaving dare old Ireland without warning
For I lately took the notion for to cross the briny ocean
And I'm off to Philadelphia in the morning

There's a girl named Kate Malone sure I'd hope to call ne own
To see my little cabin floor adornin
But my heart is sad and weary, how can she be Mrs. Leary
When I'm off to Philadelphia in the morning

When they told me I must leave the place I tried to wear a cheerful face
To show me hearts deep sorrow I was scornin
But the tears will surely blind me for the friends I leave behind me
When I'm off to Philadelphia in the morning

cho 2:
With me bundle on me shoulder sure there's no man can be bolder
I'm leaving just the spot that I was born in
But some day I'll take the notion to come back across that ocean
To me home in dear old Ireland in the morning

I believe this song is a precursor to ""Oft to Tipperary"" which depicts
a emmigrant comimg home."



 10. The Dawning Of The Day (Trad.arr.Page/Joyce) - 2.39
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1934

The Dawning Of The Day

One morning early I walked forth
By the margin of Lough Leane
The sunshine dressed the trees in green
And summer bloomed again
I left the town and wandered on
Through fields all green and gay
And whom should I meet but a colleen sweet
At the dawning of the day.
No cap or cloak this maiden wore
Her neck and feet were bare
Down to the grass in ringlets fell
Her glossy golden hair
A milking pail was in her hand
She was lovely, young and gay
She wore the palm from Venus bright
By the dawning of the day.

On a mossy bank I sat me down
With the maiden by my side
With gentle words I courted her
And asked her to be my bride
She said, "Young man don't bring me blame"
And swiftly turned away
And the morning light was shining bright
At the dawning of the day.




 11. Oft In The Stilly Night (Trad.arr.Schneider/Moore) - 3.28
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1940

Words by Thomas Moore; (1815)
musical arrangement by Sir John Stevenson 


Sir John Stevenson





Oft In The Stilly Night

Oft in the stilly night
Ere slumber´s chains have bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
The smiles, the tears of boyhood years
The words of love then spoken,
The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken. 

Thus in the stilly night
Ere slumber´s chain has bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me. 

When I remember all
The friends so linked together,
I´ve seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintery weather
I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead
And all but he departed. 

Forget Not The Field 

Forget not the field where they perished,
The truest, the last of the brave,
All gone, and the bright hope we cherished
Gone with them: quenched in the grave! 

O! Could we from death but recover
Those hearts as they bounded before,
In the face of High Heaven to fight over
That combat for freedom once more! 

Could the chain for one instant be riven,
Which tyranny flung round us then,
O! ´Tis not in Man nor in Heaven,
To let Tyranny bind it again! 

But ´tis past, and tho´ blazoned in story
The name of our victor may be,
Accursed is the march of that glory,
Which treads o´er the hearts of the free. 

Far dearer the grave or the prison
Illum´d by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all who have risen
On Liberty´s ruins to fame!



 12. Kathleen Mavourneen (Crouch/Crawford) - 4.15
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1927



"Kathleen Mavourneen" (1837)
(Kathleen My Darling)
Words Mrs. Marion Crawford
Music by Frederick Nicholls Crouch, 1808-1896

1.
Kathleen mavourneen! the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking,
Kathleen mavourneen, what slumbering still?

[CHORUS]
Oh! hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh! hast thou forgotten this day we must part,
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Oh! why art thou silent thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent Kathleen mavourneen?

2.
Kathleen mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light,
Ah! where is the spell that once hung on thy numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, Thou star of my night,
Arise in thy beauty, Thou star of my night.

[CHORUS]
Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part,
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?



 13. When Irish Eyes Are Smiling (Ball/Olcott/Graff) - 3.08
       with Orchestra conducted by Rosario Bourdon Rec.1916

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
(Lyric by Chauncey Olcott and Geo. Graff, Jr.;Music by Ernest R. Ball)

There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.


Cho: When Irish eyes are smiling,
     Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
     In the lilt of Irish laughter
     You can hear the angels sing.
     When Irish hearts are happy,
     All the world seems bright and gay.
     And when Irish eyes are smiling,
     Sure, they steal your heart away.


For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

         CHORUS
Copyright 1912 by M. Witmark & Sons, N.Y.




 14. Bantry Bay (Molloy) - 3.17
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1941

Bantry Bay

As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming,
It might have been but yesterday
That we watched the fisher sails all homing
Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay.
Then the fisher girls with baskets a swinging,
Came running down the old stone way.
Every lassie to her sailor lad was singing
A welcome to Bantry Bay.

Then we heard the pipers sweet note running,
And all the lassies turned to hear;
As they mingled with a soft voice crooning,
Till the music floated down the wooden pier,
Save you kindly Colleens all! said the piper,
Hands across the trip while I play,
And a tender sound of song and merry dancing,
Stole softly over Bantry Bay.

As I'm sitting alone in the gloaming
The shadows of the past draw near.
And I see the loving faces round me
That used to glad the old brown pier.
Some are gone upon their last homing
Some are left but they are old and gray,
And we're waiting for the tide in the gloaming,
To sail upon the Great Highway,
To the land of rest unending,
All peacefully from Bantry Bay.




 15. The Old House (O'Connor) - 2.22
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1939

The Old House


Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood
They bring back to memory the happy days of yore
Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted
No light in the window, no welcome at the door

Heres where the children played games on the heather
Heres where they sailed their wee boats on the burn
Where are they now? some are dead, some have wandered
No more to their home will the children return

Lonely the house now, and lonely the moorland
The children have scattered, the old folk are gone
Why stand I here, like a ghost or a shadow? 
tis time I was movin, tis time I passed on.



 16. By The Short Cut To The Rosses (Hopper/Fox) - 1.23
       with Orchestra conducted by Rosario Bourdon Rec.1928

By The Short Cut To The Rosses

By the shortcut through the Rosses 
A fairy girl I met,
I was taken by her beauty,
As a fish is in the net.

A fairy girl, she was so fair,
So very fair was she,
With her hair as bright as the seaweed,
That flows in from the sea.

By the shortcut through the Rosses 
Twas on a summer's day,
I heard the fairies piping,
And they piped my heart away.

They piped 'til I was mad with joy 
But when I was alone, 
I found they'd piped my heart away,
And in my breast a stone.

By the shortcut through the Rosses 
Tis I'll go nevermore,
Lest she should steal my soul away,
Who stole my heart before.

Lest she take my soul and crush it,
Like a daisy in her hand,
For the shortcut through the Rosses is,
The way to fairy land.




 17. The Irish Emigrant (Barker/Dufferin) - 3.13
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1928

The Irish Emigrant
 


I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, where we once sat side by side
On a bright May morning long ago, when first you were my bride
The corn was springing fresh and green, and the lark sang loud and high
And the red was on your lips, Mary, and the love light in your eyes.
Tis but a step down yonder lane, the village Church stands near
The place where we were wed, Mary, I can see the spire from here
But the graveyard lies between, Mary, and my step might break your rest
Where I laid you darling down to sleep with a baby on your breast.

I'm very lonely now, Mary, for the poor make no new friends
But oh they love the better still the few our Father sends
For you were all I had, Mary, my blessing and my pride
And I've nothing left to care for now since my poor Mary died.

Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, that still kept hoping on
When the trust in God had left my soul and my arms young strength had gone
There was comfort ever on your lip and a kind look on your brow
And I thank you Mary for the same though you cannot hear me now.

I'm bidding you a long farewell, my Mary kind and true
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to
They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there
But I'll ne'er forget old Ireland, were it fifty times as fair.

And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes
And my heart will wander back again to the place where Mary lies
And I think I'll see that little stile where we sat side by side
In the springing corn and the bright May morn' when first you were my bride.



 18. Love Thee, Dearest, Love Thee (Moore) - 2.33
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1942

Love thee dearest? Love thee?
(Thomas Moore)

Love thee, dearest? Love thee?
Yes, by yonder star I swear,
Which through tears above thee
Shines so sadly fair;
Though often dim
With tears, like him
And - love thee, dearest? Love thee
Yes, till death I'm thine.
Leave thee, dearest? Leave thee?
No, that star is not more true;
When my vows deceive thee,
He will wander too.
Adored of night
My veil his light
And death shal darken mine
But - leave thee, dearest? Leave thee?
No, till Death I'm thine. 




 19. She Moved Thro' The Fair (Trad.arr.Hughes) - 2.28
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1941

She Moved Thor' The Fair 

My young love said to me
"My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you
for your lack of kind."
And she stepp'd away from me
And this she did say,
"Oh, it will not be long, love,
'Til our wedding day."

She stepped away from me
And she moved thro' the fair.
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.

The people were saying
That no two ere were wed.
And one had a sorrow
That never was said.
And I smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear.
And that was the last
That I saw my dear.

My dead love came to me,
She came softly in.
So softly she came,
That her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me,
And this she did say,
"Oh, it will not be long, love,
'Til our wedding day."




 20. Terence's Farewell To Kathleen (Dufferin) - 3.26
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1934

Terence's Farewell to Kathleen

Oh my Kathleen you're going to leave me
All alone by myself in this place
But I'm sure that you'll never deceive me
Oh no if there's love in that face
Though England's a beautiful country
Full of elegant boys and what then
You'll never forget your poor Terence
You'll come back to old Ireland again

'Tis folly to keep you from going
Though faith 'tis a might hard case
For Kathleen you know there's no knowing
When next I may see your sweet face
And when you come back to me Kathleen
Not the better shall I be off then
You'll be speaking such beautiful English
Oh I won't know my Kathleen again

Oh now where's the need of this hurry
Don't fluster me so in this way
I forgot twist my grief and the flurry
Every word I was meaning to say
Just wait now a minute I beg you
Can I talk if you bother me so
Oh Kathleen my blessings go with you
Every inch of the way that you go. 




 21. The Bard Of Armagh (Trad.arr.Hughes)- 3.08
       with Gerald Moore (Piano) Rec.1940

The Bard of Armagh

Oh list' to the tale of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the string of his old withered hands
But remember those fingers they once could move sharper
To raise up the strains of his dear native land.
It was long before the shamrock, dear isle's lovely emblem
Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon's lion paw
And all the pretty colleens around me would gather
Call me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.

How I love to muse on the days of my boyhood
Though four score and three years have fled by them
It's king's sweet reflection that every young joy
For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men.

At a fair or a wake I would twist my shillelah
And trip through a dance with my brogues tied with straw
There all the pretty maidens around me would gather
Call me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.

In truth I have wandered this wide world over
Yet Ireland's my home and a dwelling for me
And, oh, let the turf that my old bones shall cover
Be cut from the land that is trod by the free.

And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms doth embrace
And lull me to sleep with old Erin go bragh
By the side of my Kathleen, my dear pride, oh place me
Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh. 



 22. Molly Brannigan (Trad.) - 2.46
       with Spencer Clay (Piano Rec.1913

Molly Brannigan

Ma'am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Molly Brannigan?
In troth, then, she's left me and I'll never be a man again.
Not a spot on my hide will a summer's sun e'er tan again
Since Molly's gone and left me here alone for to die.

The place where my heart was you'd aisy rowl a turnip in,
'Tis large as all Dublin, and from Dublin to the Divil's glen:
If she'd wish'd to take another, sure she might have left mine back again
And not have gone and left me here alone for to die.

Ma'am dear, I remember when the milking time was past and gone
We strolled thro' the meadow, and she swore I was the only one
That ever she could love, but oh! the base and cruel one,
For all I that she's left me here alone for to die.

Ma'am dear, I remember when coming home the rain began,
I wrapt my frieze-coat round her and ne'er a waistcoat had I on
And my shirt was rather fine-drawn, but oh! the false and cruel one,
For all that she's left me here alone for to die.

The left side of my carcase is as weak as water gruel, ma'am,
There's not a pick upon my bones, since Molly's proved so cruel ma'am
Oh! if I had a blunder gun, I'd go and fight a duel, ma'am,
For sure I'd better shoot myself than live here to die.

I'm cool an' determined as any salamander, ma'am,
Won't you come to my wake when I go the long meander, ma'am?
I'll think myself as valiant as the famous Alexander, ma'am
When I hear ye cryin' o'er me, "Arrah! why did ye die?"




 23. Londonderry Air (Mary Dear)(Trad.arr.Schneider/McCormack) - 3.15
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1935

이 노래는 북아일랜드 항구 도시 "런던데리"에서 전해지는 민요인 
‘런던데리의 노래 Londonderry Air’가   그 원곡으로, 
1855년 조지 페트리라는 전통민요 수집가가 발행한 
‘Ancient Music of Ireland’에 최초로 그 곡을 수록했다.

조지 페트리는 이 곡을 북아일랜드의 런던데리주의 소읍인 "리마바디"에 
살고 있는 제인 로스라는 여인으로 부터 채록했는데, 명확한 제목을 알지 
못하자, 그녀의 거주지인 "런던데리"의 이름을 따서,‘Londonderry Air’
라는 제목을 붙였다고  한다.

"런던데리"는 아일랜드에서 두번째로 큰 도시. ‘참나무의 고장’이란 뜻의 
데리(derry)는 1604년에 런던의 통치구로 승인되면서 "런던데리"라는 
지명으로 바뀌었는데, 1604년부터 8년, 이어 1688년에는 1백 5일간의 
시민전쟁을 치른 격전지라고 한다.

따라서 이같은 전란에 휩싸였던 도시에서 발생했던 민족상잔의 
비극의 얘기들이 , 많이 구전돼어 왔다고 한다.
(여기에 실려있는 영어 가사는 죤 멕코맥이 부르는 가사와 다릅니다.)


Londonderry Air is a popular Irish folk song. 
It is sung amongst Irish people all around the world, 
and many different lyrics have been set to the tune. 
The composer of the melody is not known, 
but the most famous set of lyrics were written 
by the English Lawyer Frank Weatherly. In his version 
“Londonderry Air” is known as “Danny Boy”.  
The most common lyrics for “Londonderry Air” are probably
 those written by Katherine Tynan Hinkson. 
She set her poem “Irish Love Song” to the tune in 1894: 

Londonderry Air

Would God I were the tender apple blossom
That floats and falls from off the twisted bough
To lie and faint within your silken bosom
Within your silken bosom as that does now.
Or would I were a little burnish'd apple
For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold
While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple
Your robe of lawn, and you hair's spun gold.

Yea, would to God I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between
While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses
A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing
A happy daisy, in the garden path
That so your silver foot might press me going
Might press me going even unto death.

The first publication of the melody of “Londonderry Air” appears to have been 
made in 1855 in a book entitled “The Ancient Music of Ireland”




 24. I Hear You Calling Me (Marshall/Harford) - 3.36
       with Edwin Schneider (Piano) Rec.1927

I Hear You Calling Me



I hear you calling me
you've called me when the moon had a viel of light
before I went from you into the night
I came
do you remember?
that you
for one more kiss
beneath the kind star's light

I hear you calling me
And oh the weary gladness in your voice
that warmth that's made my longing heart rejoice
you spoke
do you remember?
all my heart
still hears that kiss
and music of your voice

I can hear you calling me
though years have stretched their weary years between
and over your grave the grass has now grown green
I stand
do you remember?
resting here
I'm still hearing your voice
through all the years between

I hear you calling me



Total playing time: 75.15