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- Viva La Quince Brigada
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The Verdant Braes Of Skreen
As I roved out one morning
Near the verdant braes of Skreen
I put my back to the mossy tree
To view the dew on the West Countrie
The dew on the foreign strand.
O sit ye down on the grass, he said
On the dewy grass so green
For the wee birds all have come and gone
Since I my true love seen, he said
Since I my true love seen.
O I'll not sit on the grass, she said
No lover I'll be of thine
For I hear you love a Connaught maid
And your heart's no longer mine, she said
And your heart's no longer mine.
O I will climb a high high tree
And I'll rob a wild bird's nest
And back I'll bring what I find there
To the arms that I love best, he said
To the arms that I love best.
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The Verdant Braes Of Skreen 2
As I roved out one evening fair
By the verdant braes of Screen
I set my back to a hawthorn tree
To view the sun in the west country
And the dew on the forest green
A lad I spied by Abhann's side
And a maiden by his knee
And he was as dark as the very brown wood
And she all whey and wan to see
All whey and wan was she
"Oh sit you down on the grass," he said
"On the dewy grass so green
For the wee birds all have come and gone
Since I my true love have seen," he said
"Since I my true love have seen"
"Then I'll not sit on the grass," she said
"Nor be a love of thine
For I hear you love a Connaught maid
And your heart's no longer mine," she said
"And your heart's no longer mine"
"And I will climb a high, high tree
And I'll rob a wild bird's nest
And back I'll bring whatever I do find
To the arms that I love best," she said
"To the arms that I love best"
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THE VICAR AND THE FROG
There once was a very, very holy Vicar
who was walking along the street one day
When he heard a little voice saying excuse me Vicar
Oh help me Vicar the voice did say
The Vicar looked about but all he could see
Was a tiny little frog sitting on the ground
Oh my dear little froggie did you speak to me
Was it you who spoke when I heard that sound
Oh yes said the frog oh help me Vicar
Cause I am not a frog you see
I'm a choirboy really but a very wicked fairy
Put a nasty spell on me
The only way that I can be saved
From this wicked spell the little frog said
Is for someone to take me and put in a place
Where a very holy man has laid his head
So the Vicar took him and put him on his pillow
And there he lay till the break of day
The very next morning a blessed miracle
The spell was lifted I'm glad to say
For there was a choirboy in bed with the Vicar
And I hope you think this all makes sense
Because my Lord and members of the Jury
Rests the case for the defense
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VIVA LA QUINCE BRIGADA
About the time I saw the light of morning, a comradeship of heroes was laid
From every corner of the world came sailing the Fifth International Brigade
They came to stand beside the Spanish people to try and stem the rising fascist tide
Franco's allies were the powerful and wealthy; Frank Ryan's men came from the other side
Even the olives were bleeding as the battle for Madrid it thundered on
Truth and love against the force of evil, brotherhood against the fascist clan
Chorus:
Viva La Quince Brigada, No Paseran the pledge that made them fight
Adelante was the cry around the hillside, let us all remember them tonight
Bob Hillard was a Church of Ireland pastor, for Killarney across the Pyrenees he came
From Derry came a brave young Christian Brother, side by side they fought and died in Spain
Tommy Woods aged seventeen died in Cordoba, with Na Fianna he learned to hold his gun
From Dublin to the Viva del Rio, where he fought and died beneath the Spanish sun
Many Irishmen heard the call of Franco, join Hitler and Mussolini too
Propaganda from the pulpit and newspaper helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew
Chorus
The word came from Maynooth support the Nazi's, the men of cloth failed yet again
When Bishops blessed the Blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire as they sailed beneath the swastika to Spain
This song is a tribute to Frank Ryan, Kit Conway and Dinny Cody too
Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh Bonner, though many died I can but name a few
Danny Doyle, Blasser-Brown and Charlie Donnelly, Liam Tumilson and Jim Straney from the falls
Jack Nalty, Tommy Patton and Frank Conroy, Jim Foley, Tony Fox and Dick O'Neill
Chorus
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VALLEY OF KNOCKANURE, THE
You may sing or speak about Easter Week or the heroes of Ninety-Eight
Those Fenian men who roamed the glen for victory or defeat
Their names on history's page are told, their memory will endure -
Not a song was sung of our darling sons in the valley of Knockanure
There was Walsh and Lyons and the Dalton boy, they were young and in their prime
They rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did hide
The Republic bold they did uphold though outlawed on the moor
And side by side, they fought and died in the valley of Knockanure
It was on a neighbouring hillside we listened in hushed dismay
In every house, in every town, a young girl knelt to pray
They're closing in around them now, with rifle fire so sure
And Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down in the valley of Knockanure
But ere the guns could seal his fate, young Walsh had broken through
With a prayer to God, he spun the sod as against the hill he flew
And the bullets cut his flesh in two, still he cried with voice so sure
"Oh, revenge I'll get for my comrades' deaths in the valley of Knockanure."
The summer sun is sinking now behind the field and lea
The pale moonlight is shining bright far off beyond Tralee
The dismal stars and the clouds afar are darkening o'er the moor
And the banshee cried when young Dalton died, in the valley of Knockanure
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