NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.

DANNY DOYLE and Loch Lomond

IF YOU WOULD WAIT

If you could wait a moment longer,
The sun would rise before the morn.
The shadows from the skies would vanish,
And the day be twice as long.
Every minute be an hour,
Every hour a loving kiss,
Every kiss a fresh spring flower,
Sparkling in the morning mist.

If you were here again beside me,
The running waters I would hold.
And turn their flow to you, my lover,
To wash your feet, your hair of gold.
Every drop a silver crystal,
Every crystal all aglow,
Every glow a breath of beauty,
From your skin like dimple (?) snow.

But since you've gone, the light has faded,
Birds are silent in the wood.
The grass still trampled in a hollow,
Marks the spot on which you stood.
Every tree a sad reminder,
Every branch a memory bare (?),
Every memory tinged with sorrow
That you are gone and I still care.

Down in some lonely valley, in some lonesome place,
Where the small birds are singing and the notes to increase
The thoughts of pretty Saro, so neat and complete,
I want no better pastime than to be with my sweet.

Oh I wish I was a poet and could write some fine hand;
I would write my love a letter that she might understand
And send it by the waters where the island overflows,
And think of pretty Saro wherever I go.

My love she don't love me, as I understand,
She wants some freeholder, and I have no land.
But I can maintain her with the silver and gold
And all the pretty fine things that my love's house can hold.

Oh Saro, pretty Saro, I must let you know
How truly I love you - I never can, though;
No tongue can express it, no poet can tell
How truly I love you, I love you so well.

It's not the long journey I'm dreading to go
Nor leaving of this country for the debts that I owe;
There is but one thing that troubles my mind,
That's a-leaving pretty Saro, my true love, behind.

Farewell my dear father, likewise my mother too,
I'm a-going to ramble this country all through.
And when I get tired, I'll sit down and weep
And think of pretty Saro wherever she be.

Oh I wish I was a little dove, had wings and could fly,
Straight to my love's bosom this night I'd draw nigh
And in her little small arms all night I would lay
And think of pretty Saro till the dawning of day.

I love you, pretty Saro, I love you, I know.
I love you, pretty Saro, wherever I go.
On the banks of the ocean and the mountain's sad brow
I love you then dearly, and I love you still now.

A Daisy a Day

He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed
He remembers her sweet way of saying
"Honey has something gone wrong"
He remembers the fun and the teasing
And the reason he wrote her this song

I'll give you a daisy a day, dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

They would walk down the street in the evening
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than
The clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eyes
As a kid they would take me for candy
And I'd love to go tagging along
Holding hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song
"I'll give you a daisy a day dear..."

Now he walks down the street in the evening
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believing
That he's holding her hand like before
For he feels all her love walking with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And he gives her a daisy a day
I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day

Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

The noble and the brave have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing Around you sweet Tralee

Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand
As i stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be
Will I ever more return again To see you sweet Tralee

No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s a end for every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl I never will see again

Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

Ah it was going to the Fair in Dingle,
One fine morning last July,
When going down the road before me,
A red-haired girl I chanced to spy.

Will I stepped up to her, says I "Young Lady,
Now me donkey, he will carry two."
She looked at me, her eyes a-twinkle
And her cheeks they were a rosy hue.

"Will thank you kindly, sir, "she answered
then she tosed her bright red hair
"Will seeing as how you've got your donkey,
I'll ride with you to the Dingle Faire."

Ah but when we reached the fair in Dingle,
I took her hand for to say goodbye.
And a tinker man moved up close beside me,
And hit me right in my left eye.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

Ah now I was feelin kinda peevish,
and My poor old eye felt sad and sore,
so I tapped him gently with my hobnails
And he flew back through Tim Murphy's door.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

Then a policeman he came round the corner,
Told me I had broke the law.
But the donkey kicked him in the ankle,
And he fell down and smashed his jaw.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I are to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

But the red haired girl, she kept on 'smiling,
"Ah young man, I'll come with you," she said.
We'll forget the priest this very morning,
Ah tonight we'll sleep in Murphy's shed.

Keep your hands off Red Haired Mary,
Her and I our to be wed.
We're seein' the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in the marriage bed.

Step It Out Mary

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman (x2)

In the village of Kilgory, there's a maiden young and fair
Her eyes shine like diamonds, she has long and golden hair
The horseman he comes riding, riding up to her father's gates
On a milk-white stallion, he comes at the strike of eight.

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman (x2)

I have come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have gold and I have silver, I have goods beyond compare
I will buy her silks and satin and a gold ring for her hand
She shall have a mansion, she'll have servants to command

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman (x2)

I don't want your gold and silver, I don't want your house and land
I am going with a soldier, I have promised him my hand
But the father spoke up sharply: You will do as i command,
You'll get married on a Sunday and you'll wear that wedding band

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman (x2)

In the village of Kilgory there's a deep stream flowing by
On her wedding day at midnight she drowns with her soldier boy
In the cottage there is music, you can hear her father say:
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman (x4)

Twas a morning in July,
I was walking through Tipperary
When I heard the battle cry
From the mountain over head
And I looked up in the sky
I saw an Irish soldier laddie
He looked at me right fearlessly and said:

Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

Said I to the soldier lad
would you take me to your captain
T'would be my pride and joy
For to march with you today.
My young brother fell in Cork
And my son at Innes Carthay!"
so to the noble captain I did say:

I Will stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
I Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

As we marched back again
In the shadow of the evening
With our banners flying low
To the memory of the dead
o we came unto our homes
But without my soldier laddie
and i still can hear those brave words he said

Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man,
And go to fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

Rising of the Moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me

One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river, that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green

Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Look away, you rollin' river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Look away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.

Now the Missouri is a mighty river
Look away, you rollin' river
Indians camp along her border
Look away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.

Well, a white man loved an Indian maiden
Look away, you rollin' river
With notions his canoe was laden
Look away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.

Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Look away, you rollin' river
It was for her I'd cross the water
Look away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.

For seven years I courted Sally
Look away, you rollin' river
Seven more years I longed to have her
Look away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.

Well, it's fare-thee-well, my dear,
I'm bound to leave you
Look away, you rollin' river
Shenandoah, I will not deceive you
Look away, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.

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