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Fields of Athenry
02:16
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By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
CHORUS:
Low lie, the Fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly,
(YEAH, BABY! LET THE FREE BIRDS FLY!)
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
Its so lonely round the Fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling,
"Nothing matters Mary, when you're free,
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity."
CHORUS
By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
Now she'll live in hope and pray,
For her love in Botney Bay ,
Its so lonely round the Fields Of Athenry.
CHORUS
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2. |
Give Me Your Hand
01:43
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Just give me your hand, is Tabhair dom do lámh.
Just give me your hand and I'll walk with you,
Through the streets of our land, through the mountains so grand.
Just give me your hand.
Just give me your hand and come along with me.
Just give me your hand and the world it can see,
That we can be free, in peace and harmony,
From the north to the south, from the east to the west.
Every mountain, every valley,
Every bush and birds nest.
By day and night, through the struggle and strife,
I’m beside you, to guide you,
Forever, my love, for love's not for one,
But for both us to share.
For our country so fair,
For our world and what's there.
Just give me your hand, is Tabhair dom do lámh.
Just give me your hand, for the world it is ours.
All the sea and the land, to destroy or command.
Just give me your hand.
Just give me your hand in a gesture of peace.
Just give me your hand and all troubles will cease,
For the strong and the weak, for the rich and the poor,
All the peoples and creeds, let's meet their needs.
With a passion, we can fashion, a new world of love.
By day and night, through the struggle and strife,
I’m beside you, to guide you,
Forever, my love, for love's not for one,
But for both us to share.
For our country so fair,
For our world and what's there.
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3. |
Scranton Is Serious
01:33
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God may have made the world, but I’d be remiss to think he had a hand in Scranton. Don’t get me wrong — the beer is cheap, the nights are long, so it’s not I don’t love it, too, but I’m a worse person than you; at the behest of Peter Pan — says he won’t grow to be a man (once I ordered a coke, and they thought I was joking).
Abandon all hope ye who are visiting Scranton,
It’s like the island — you won’t get out alive.
I did abysmal things when I visited Scranton,
It’s a Dementor — it drains your soul and sucks out all the good in you; what you should do is that which I just couldn’t do.
Hope you pardon my rantin’ (while I’m face-plantin’)
I think I’m gonna need my camper’s Dilantin,
In Scranton.
If you like bars, well they got two.
Do anything you wanna do,
I said I’d refrain, but that’s a lie.
Now I’ll wear purple ‘til I die.
Abandon all hope ye who are visiting Scranton,
It’s like the island — you won’t get out alive.
I did abysmal things when I visited Scranton,
It’s a Dementor — it drains your soul and sucks out all the good in you; what you should do is that which I just couldn’t do.
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4. |
God Lives in Oceanside
02:00
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As handsome a kid as I ever did see,
A man of few words, I was told,
With his guts made of paper,
In his blood, Italy,
A hillbilly heart made of gold.
You got sauce in your eyebrows,
Your shoes are untied,
And closing your eyelids,
Is no way to hide,
But you kept it together,
We were beaming with pride,
When God lived in Oceanside.
Gonna go for a ride, but I hate when you sulk,
I ask you to hop in the car,
But then your alter ego, The Incredible Hulk,
Showed up so we didn’t get far.
But despite your aggressions,
Which I hope subside,
Your slight indiscretions,
I‘ve learned to abide,
You said you lived in heaven,
Which I rightly denied,
And God lives in Oceanside.
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5. |
Anger Your Heart
02:05
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6. |
Galway Girl
02:18
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7. |
Dink's Song
02:25
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