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Flower of Kilkenny Lyrics

I once loved a flower in Kilkenny,
And a beautiful creature was she;
I loved her far better than any,
And I know that young darling loved me.
She's the beautiful flower of Kilkenny,
Shall I gaze on her fair face no more?
I roamed through the world and seen many,
But there's none like my Eileen Astore.


I remember the first time I met her,
And I thought that her hand I'd pursue;
And no man could have felt any better,
When she swore she would always be true.
She's the beautiful flower of Kilkenny,
Shall I gaze on her fair face no more?
I roamed through the world and seen many,
But there's none like my Eileen Astore.


When I left her they gave me a token,
And that was an outburst of tears;
And the words that were generally spoken,
They remain in my memory for years.
She's the beautiful flower of Kilkenny,
Shall I gaze on her fair face no more?
I roamed through the world and seen many,
But there's none like my Eileen Astore.


Oh, this was the last of the tokens,
That she gave with a fond loving will;
And the words that were generally spoken,
They remain in my memory still.
She's the beautiful flower of Kilkenny,
Shall I gaze on her fair face no more?
I roamed through the world and seen many,
But there's none like my Eileen Astore.


She's the beautiful flower of Kilkenny,
Shall I gaze on her fair face no more?
I roamed through the world and seen many,
But there's none like my Eileen Astore.


This variant of "Flower of Kilkenny" above was arranged and recorded by The Masterless Men (Bramble And The Rose, Independent, produced by The Masterless Men and Spencer Crewe and recorded at Sunny Hill Studio, 2008).

 

Foggy Shores of Home Lyrics

I've sailed upon the ocean wide,
I've sailed the world around;
I've sailed on barques and brigantines,
From Lisbon to St. John's.
I've sailed where the ocean tossed and rolled,
I've sailed where the ocean foams;
I've sailed where the ice floes thunder and roll,
To bring the white coats home.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.

I've sailed down to the South Sea Isles,
I've sailed where the trade winds come;
I've sailed on schooners listing low,
To bring home 'backey and rum.
I've sailed to the city of New York,
To labour in the sky;
High above the streets below,
To home my heart would fly.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.

One day I will sail back home,
To my dear foggy shore;
I'll plough the ground of my hometown,
And go to sea no more.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.

Wherever you may ramble,
Wherever you may roam,
Wherever you may be,
You'll be happy to see,
The foggy shores of home.


This variant of "The Foggy Shores of Home" above was recorded and arranged by The Masterless Men and available via Avondale Music/Distributor

 

Rollin` on the Sea Lyrics

Oh, me name it is Coté, me boys,
Me age is fifty-three;
For twenty-five or thirty years,
I fished upon the seas.
But now it seems a waste of time,
The catches they grow small;
The foreigners take the bigger fish,
And throw back all the small.

Oh we're rollin' on the sea, me boys,
We're rollin' on the sea;
We'll catch the fish,
And then we'll bitch;
We're rollin' on the sea.

Well, hear the politicians,
They're crapping on us all;
But they never froze their asses off,
While pullin' up the trawl.
Nor ate a soggy sandwich,
Then lost it over the side;
Then spent four hours comin' home,
A rollin' in the tide.

Oh we're rollin' on the sea, me boys,
We're rollin' on the sea;
We'll catch the fish,
And then we'll bitch;
We're rollin' on the sea.

Well, don't misunderstand me now,
It's not that bad, you know;
I could have been a lumberjack,
Or a miner down below.
At least I have a few cold months,
To mend my nets and traps;
To drink the rum and figure how,
To stiff the income tax.

Oh we're rollin' on the sea, me boys,
We're rollin' on the sea;
We'll catch the fish,
And then we'll bitch;
We're rollin' on the sea.


This variant of "Rollin` on the Sea" above was arranged and recorded by The Masterless (Men On the Run, Recorded with The Great Big Studio, 2002).

 

 

Portland Town Lyrics

 

I see the light across the bay,
I see the light not far away;
And I hear the music all around,
I'm gettin' closer to Portland Town.
So, Mother, won't you make my bed,
I see the light off Portland Head;
I see the light, I'm comin' 'round,
I'm comin' home to Portland Town.

Some years ago, out on my own,
I set a course for parts unknown;
Leaving behind both friend and foe,
Needing to find what I've come to know.
I watched the islands fade away,
And bid farewell to Passport Bay;
Oh, it's been years and years since then,
My heart has brought me home again.

I see the light across the bay,
And I see the light not far away;
And I hear the music all around,
I'm gettin' closer to Portland Town.
So, Mother, won't you make my bed,
I see the light off Portland Head;
I see the light, I'm comin' 'round,
I'm comin' home to Portland Town.

Of all the places I did go,
She's still the fairest port I know;
She works the sea and tills the farms,
And holds her children in her arms.
No place to go without her past,
Here comes that future full at last;
Here comes that beacon across the sky,
And when I hold my head up high....

I see the light across the bay,
I see the light not far away;
And I hear the music all around,
I'm gettin' closer to Portland Town.
So, Mother, won't you make my bed,
I see the light off Portland Head;
I see the light, I'm comin' 'round,
I'm comin' home to Portland Town.

No place to go without her past,
Here comes that future full at last;
Here comes that beacon across the sky,
And when I hold my head up high....

I see the light across the bay,
I see the light not far away;
And I hear the music all around,
I'm gettin' closer to Portland Town.
So, Mother, won't you make my bed,
I see the light off Portland Head;
I see the light, I'm comin' 'round,
I'm comin' home to Portland Town.

I see the light across the bay,
I see the light not far away;
And I hear the music all around,
I'm gettin' closer to Portland Town.
So, Mother, won't you make my bed,
I see the light off Portland Head;
I see the light, I'm comin' 'round,
I'm comin' home to Portland Town.


This variant of "Portland Town" was recorded and arranged by The Masterless Men and available via Avondale Music/Distributor).

 

Cousin Mary Lyrics

Cousin Mary was a lady,
Who could really hold her own;
She went fighting for her country,
She went fighting for her home.
Then there's the time she lost her husband,
He went fighting for the right.

She'll be leavin' in the morning,
Won't you please say goodnight.

All the money in the world,
Wouldn't tie old Mary down;
You can believe her when she tells you,
She's had her turn around.
There would be knights and kings in nog on horses,
Ready just to fight.

She'll be leavin' in the morning,
Won't you please say goodnight.

She'll be leavin' in the morning,
Won't you please say goodnight.

Ooooh, lovely lady,
Ooooh, lovely lady,
Always so fair.

She'll be leavin' in the morning,
Won't you please take good care.

Ooooh, lovely lady,
Ooooh, lovely lady,
Always so fair.

She'll be leavin' in the morning,
Won't you please take good care.

She'll be leavin' in the morning,
Won't you please take good care.


This variant of "Cousin Mary" above was recorded and arranged by The Masterless Men and available via Avondale Music/Distributor