Wildgeese Song Lyrics

All songs except Undressed Melody are traditional and arrangements by Wildgeese

I WISH MY LOVE WAS A RED, RED ROSE

I wish my love was a red, red rose
Growing in yon garden fair
And me to be the gardener
Of her I would take care
There’s not a month
Throughout the year
But my love I would renew
I’d garnish her with flowers fine
Sweet William, thyme and rue

I wish I was a butterfly
I’d light on my love’s breast
Or if I was a blue cuckoo
I’d sing my love to rest
Or if I was a nightingale
I’d sing till daylight clears
And I’d sit and sing for you, Molly
For once I loved you dear

I wish I was in Dublin
And seated on the grass
In my right hand a jug of punch
And on my knee a lass
I’d call for liquor freely
And pay before I go
And I’d roll my darling in my arms
Though the wind blow high or low

THE BLACKSMITH

A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I’d live forever

But where is my love gone?
With his cheeks like roses
And his good black billycock on
Decked round with primroses
I’m afraid the scorching sun
Will shine and burn his beauty
And if I was with my love
I’d do my duty

Strange news has come to town
Strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down
That my love is married
I wish them both much joy
Though they can’t hear me
And may God reward him well
For the slighting of me

Don’t you remember when
You lay beside me
And you said you’d marry me
And not deny me
If I said I’d marry you
It was only for to try you
So bring your witness love
And I’ll not deny you

No witness have I none
Save God almighty
And may He reward you well
For the slighting of me
Her lips grew pale and wan
It made a poor heart to tremble
To think she loved a one
And he proved deceitful

A blacksmith courted me
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I’d live forever

BRIDGET O’MALLEY

Bridget O’Malley, you have my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know
It’s the wonder of admiration, your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go

The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm seaAnd the bright eyes of my darling are never on me

My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
No joy is there in me, my life has gone away now
Another has taken my love for his own

The day it is approaching when we were to be married
And it’s rather I would die than live only to grieve
Oh meet me my darling, e’er the sun sets o’er the barley
And I’ll meet you there on the road to Drum Slieve

Bridget O’Malley, you have my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I’ll have you to know
It’s the wonder of admiration, your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me, wherever I go

UNDRESSED MELODY
by Kate Power ©1980

So alive
With you by my side
A day without you draws night
Within me
How
Can I even try
Growing older
Without you now

Every moment we carry in life
Holding together in sorrow and light
Finding the morning with you by my side
Fills me so gladly
To feel you there

THE VERDANT BRAES OF SCREEN

As I walked out one evening fairOn the verdant braes of Screen
I sat my back to a hawthorn tree
To view the sun in the west country
The dew on the forest green

A lad I spied on the open strand
And a maiden by his knee
And he was brown as the berry brown red
And she away and wan to see
So fair and white was he

Oh, sit you down on the bank, said he
On the dewy grass so green
For the week birds have all come and gone
Since I my own true love have seen
Since I my love have seen

Oh, I’ll not sit on the grass, said she
There’ll be no love on the bank
For my dear you love a Kilkenny maid
And your heart’s no longer mine, she said
Your heart’s no longer mine

Oh, I’ll not heed what an old man says
For his days are well nigh done
And I’ll not heed what a young man says
Though he’s fair for many’s the one, she said
Though he’s fair for many’s the one

But I will climb a high, high tree
And rob a wild bird’s nest
And back I’ll bring whatever I do find
To the arms that I love the best, said she
To the arms that I love the best

 

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