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The Neo-Quasi-Pseudo Celtic Medley


The Marshes of Mallow R. Prezioso

Banish Misfortune trad. arrangement Richard Thompson

Blood and Gold (The Romanian Song) Andy Irvine / Jane Cassidy

A happy little ditty about the horrors of conscription and realities of war.
Arrangement after the Silly sisters.
On rides a captain and 300 soldier lads
Out of the morning mist and through the silent snow
Whistling gaily rides the captain at their head
Behind him soldier boys sadly weeping go
When you took my gold and swore to follow me
You sold away your lives and your liberty
No more you'll till the soil, no more you'll work the land
No more to the dance you'll go and take girls by the hand
O, Mother weep for your son
He is gone to kill and die
You'll weep, you'll die by the keen edge of the sword
All alone by the muddy Danube shore
He gave the order for the drummers to beat their drums
That mothers all might know the life a soldier lives
Unfurl your ragged banners and raise your fey young face
You'll all go in the fire, there'll be no hiding place
O, Mother hear the drum beat in the village square
O, Mother the drum’s for me to go for a soldier there
Mothers, sisters, wives, weep for us
Marked as Cain we lie alone

Morrison's Jig trad.





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