♧ Canciones Irlandesas || Irish Songs ♧

Bright Morning Stars

Bright morning stars are rising

Bright morning stars are rising

Bright morning stars are rising

Day is a breaking in my soul.

Oh, where are our dear mothers?

Oh, where are our dear mothers?

They are down in the valley praying

Day is a breaking in my soul.

Oh, where are our dear fathers?

Oh, where are our dear fathers?

They have gone to heaven shouting

Day is a breaking in my soul.

Bright morning stars are rising

Bright morning stars are rising

Bright morning stars are rising

Day is a breaking in my soul.

Siúl a Rúin (Walk my love)

I wish I were on yonder hill

It's there I'd sit and cry my fill

And every tear would turn the mill

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

Siúl, siúl, siúl a rún

Siúl go socair 'is siúl go ciúin

Siúl go doras agus éalaigh liom

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my rell

I'll sell my only spinning wheel

For to buy my true love a coat of steel

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán.

Siúl, siúl, siúl a rún

Siúl go socair 'is siúl go ciúin

Siúl go doras agus éalaigh liom

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red

And round the world I'll beg for some bread

Until my parents would wish me dead

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

Siúl, siúl, siúl a rún

Siúl go socair 'is siúl go ciúin

Siúl go doras agus éalaigh liom

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

And now my love has gone to France

To try his fortune to advance

If he ne'er came back there'll be but a chance

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

Siúl, siúl, siúl a rún

Siúl go socair 'is siúl go ciúin

Siúl go doras agus éalaigh liom

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán

Is go dté tú mo mhúirnin slán...

Grey Funnel Line

Don't mind the rain or the rolling sea

The weary night never worries me

But the hardest time in a sailor's day

Is to watch the sun as it dies away

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

The finest ship that sails the sea

Is still a prison for the likes of me

But give me wings like Noah's dove

I'll fly up harbour to the girl I love

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Oh once my heart was wild and free

Like a flashing spar on the open sea

But now that spar has washed ashore

And come to rest at my true love's door

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Each time I gaxe behind the screws

Makes me long for Saint Peter's shoes

I'd dance on down that Walker Shore

And rest in my true love's arms once more

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Oh Lord if dreams were only real

I'd feel my hands on that wooden wheel

And with all my heart I'd turn her round

And tell the boys that we're homeward bound

Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

The Old Triangle

A hungry feeling came o'er me stealing

And the mice were squealing

In my prison cell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning

The warder's bawling

"Get out of bed

And clean up your cell"

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening

The lag lay dreaming

The seagulls wheeling

High above the wall

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The screw was peeping

The lag was sleeping

While he lay weeping 

For his girl Sal

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The wind was rising

And the day declining

As I lay pining

In my prison cell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

In the female prison

There are seventy women

I wish it was with them 

That I did dwell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The day was dying

And the wind was sighing

As I lay crying

In my prison cell

And the old triangle

Went jingle jangle

All along the banks

Of the Royal Canal

The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company

And all the thing that e'er I've done, Alas, they've harmed none but me

And all I've done for want of wit to memory now I can't recall

So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away

And all the sweethearts that e'er I had they'd wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls into my lot that I should rise and you should not

I'll gently rise and softly call "Good night and joy be with you all".

A man may dring and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain

A man may court a pretty girl, and perhaps be welcomed back again

But since it has so ordered been, By a time to rise and a time to fall

Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all-

If I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit a while,

There is a fair maid in this town who sorely has my heart beguiled,

Her rosey cheeks, her ruby lips, alone they have my heart enthralled,

So fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all.