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3 Great Songs Played on the Irish Bouzouki in Ireland

Played on the Irish Bouzouki

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33 “The Banks of the Moy”

Lyrics: “The Banks of the Moy”

One night as I went on my rambles from Swinford to sweet Ballyvee
Sure I met a fair maid on my ramble and and her hame it was Mary McGee
And she sighed for the rights of her country Michael Davitt her true Irish boy
And is now a prisoner of Portland far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy

Don’t speak of the sweet sixty seven when brave men were true men you know
And the brave Peter Carney God rest him sure he died at Killarney also
He was drilled by my darling Mick Davitt in the valleys and glens of Fermoy
That’s why he’s a prisoner of Portland far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy

Well I quickly approached this fair maiden asked her what was the cause of her woe
Or what was the cause of her suffering that forced her to leave her own home
And she sighed for the rights of her country Michael Davitt her true Irish boy
Who is now a prisoner of Portland far from the lovely sweet banks of the Moy

Well it’s now to conclude and to finish and I hope that the day will soon come
When those cruel landlords and bailiffs from the land of Saint Patrick must run
For we’ll unfurl our green and gold banner and to Ireland we’ll raise them on high
And we will toast to that brave Michael Davitt on the lovely sweet banks of the Moy.

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3. “The Banks of the Moy”

22 “Foreign Lander”

Lyrics: “Foreign Lander”

I’ve been a foreign lander, full seven years or more
Among the bold commanders, where the thundering
cannons roar
I’ve conquered all my enemies on the land and on the sea
But, oh, my dearest jewel, your beauty’s conquered me.

If I could build a ship, my love, without the wood of tree
That ship would burst asunder if I proved false to thee
If ever I prove false my love, the elements will turn
The fire will freeze to ice my love, the sea will rage and
burn.

D’you remember good Queen Ellen, all in her flowery
reign,
As she walked out of paradise, to cleanse the golden
chain?
Her beauty and behaviour, none with her could compare
But you, my dearest darling, are more divinely fair.

I wish I was a turtle dove, just fluttering from my nest
I’d sing so clear in the morning, with the dew all on my
breast
So sweet would be the music, such a sad and doleful tune
I’d sing so clear in the morning in the lovely month of
June.

Ten-thousand miles I’d go for love, to a far and
lonesome shore
Or climb the rocky mountains, where the wild beasts
howl and roar
The lark, the owl, the eagle, and the little swallow, too
I’d give them all, my dearest love, if I could marry you.

I’ve been a foreign lander, full seven years or more
Among the bold commanders, where the thundering
cannons roar
I’ve conquered all my enemies on the land and on the sea
But, oh, my dearest jewel, your beauty’s conquered me.

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2. “Foreign Lander”

11 “The Munster Cloak”

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1. “The Munster Cloak”
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