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To a Distant Shore

by Wakefire

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Lovdahl, Ian
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Lovdahl, Ian I'm not normally enthusiastic about this kind of folk music, but Wakefire has created something very special. The band has labored over every integral facet of each song; moreover, the production on the album is particularly impressive, with the vocals and percussion sounding satisfyingly crisp. I listen to well over 100 albums every year, but I don't think I'll enjoy vocal harmonies better than Wakefire in 2017. Do yourself a favor and take a chance on this group, you won't be disappointed. Favorite track: Age of Oppression (Skyrim).
Andrew Seng
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Andrew Seng Such a great album. Each track continued to blow my mind as I listened. The personality Wakefire puts into each song, combined with excellent vocalists and musicians, really shows that they care about their music and that they love what they do.
The rock spin on traditional songs is done neatly and in great taste.
I loved listening to this, and i will without a doubt have this on all the time. :) great work.
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1.
Lift MacCahir Óg your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he’d secure; Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach Mac Hugh O’Byrne. CHORUS Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halbert out with sword On we’ll go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o’er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O’Byrne’s banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners. From Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O, great is Rory Óg O’More, sending the loons to Hades. White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam’s head We’ll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.
2.
I just came down from the Isle of Skye And I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The lassies say as I go by "Donald where's your Trousers!?" Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low As through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" I once went to a fancy ball Ad It was slippery in the hall And I was feared that I might fall Cause I hadn't on the trousers Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?" Now I was driving in my car Went downtown to Guinness Bar 15 scotches, 5 cigars And I left without me trousers! Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I'll go All the lassies say hello "Donald where's your Trousers!?"
3.
I am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my day I bid farewell to old Kentucky, The place where I was born and raised (The place where he was born and raised) For six long years I've been in trouble, No pleasures here on earth I found For in this world I'm bound to ramble, I have no friends to help me now (He has no friends to help him now) It's fare thee well my old lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad, Perhaps I'll die upon this train (Perhaps he'll die upon this train) You can bury me in some deep valley, For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another, While I am sleeping in my grave (While he is sleeping in his grave) Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face, you'll never see no more But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore (He'll meet you on God's golden shore)
4.
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Australia As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we're bound for South Australia There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, we're bound for South Australia And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away You'll wish to God you've never been born, we're bound for South Australia I wish I was on Australia's Strand, heave away, haul away With a bottle of whiskey in my hand, we're bound for South Australia In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia
5.
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 pure-white stallion, he comes at the strike of eight. Chorus: 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'm in love 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 village 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 (x2)
6.
We are two mariners Our ship's sole survivors In this belly of a whale It's ribs are ceiling beams It's guts are carpeting I guess we have some time to kill You may not remember me I was a child of three And you, a lad of eighteen But, I remember you And I will relate to you How our histories interweave At the time you were A rake and a roustabout Spending all your money On the whores and hounds (Oh, oh) You had a charming air All cheap and debonair My widowed mother found so sweet And so she took you in Her sheets still warm with him Now filled with filth and foul disease As time wore on you proved A debt-ridden drunken mess Leaving my mother A poor consumptive wretch (Oh, oh) And then you disappeared Your gambling arrears The only thing you left behind And then the magistrate Reclaimed our small estate And my poor mother lost her mind Then, one day in spring My dear sweet mother died But, before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: (Oh, oh) "Find him, find him Tie him to a pole and break His fingers to splinters Drag him to a hole until he Wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling Of his grave" It took me fifteen years To swallow all my tears Among the urchins in the street Until a priory Took pity and hired me To keep their vestry nice and neat But, never once in the employ Of these holy men Did I ever, once turn my mind From the thought of revenge (Oh, oh) One night I overheard The prior exchanging words With a penitent whaler from the sea The captain of his ship Who matched you toe to tip Was known for wanton cruelty The following day I shipped to sea With a privateer And in the whistle Of the wind I could almost hear (Oh, oh) "Find him, find him Tie him to a pole and break His fingers to splinters Drag him to a hole until he Wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling Of his grave And then, that fateful night We had you in our sight After twenty months, it seemed Your starboard flank abeam I was getting my muskets clean When came this rumbling from beneath The ocean shook The sky went black And the captain quailed And before us grew The angry jaws Of a giant whale Don't know how I survived The crew all was chewed alive I must have slipped between his teeth But, oh, what providence What divine intelligence That you should survive As well as me It gives my eye great joy To see your eyes fill with fear To lean in close And I will whisper The last words you'll hear (Oh, oh)
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8.
As down the glen came McAlpine's men With their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub they drank the sub And up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud With pints and quarts of beer And now we're on the road again With McAlpine's fusiliers I stripped to the skin with Darky Flynn Way down upon the Isle of Grain With the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule No money if you stop for rain McAlpine's God was a well filled hod Your shoulders cut to bits and seared And woe to he who to looks for tea With McAlpine's fusiliers I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea Fell into a concrete stairs What the Horseface said, when he saw him dead Well, it wasn't what the rich call prayers I'm a navvy short was the one retort That reached unto my ears When the going is rough, well you must be tough With McAlpine's fusiliers I've worked 'till the sweat has had me bet With Russian, Czech and Pole On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams Or underneath the Thames in a hole I grafted hard and I've got me cards And many a ganger's fist across me ears If you pride your life, don't join by Christ With McAlpine's fusiliers
9.
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore Same as my daddy and his daddy before You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here He only come to town about twice a year He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line Everybody knew that he made moonshine Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad He headed up the holler with everything he had It's before my time but I've been told He never come back from Copperhead Road Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside Well him and my uncle tore that engine down I still remember that rumblin' sound Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road I volunteered for the Army on my birthday They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway I done two tours of duty in Vietnam And I came home with a brand new plan I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air I wake up screaming like I'm back over there I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know You better stay away from Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road
10.
When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo Hurroo When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo Hurroo When on the road to sweet Athy A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye A doleful damsel I heard cry "Johnny, I hardly knew ya" Where are the eyes that looked so mild, Hurroo Hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, Hurroo Hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ya run from me and the child Johnny, I hardly knew ya We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns The enemy never slew ya Johnny, I hardly knew ya Where are the legs with which you run, Hurroo Hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, Hurroo Hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, When first you went to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Johnny, I hardly knew ya We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns The enemy never slew ya Johnny, I hardly knew ya You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, Hurroo Hurroo You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, Hurroo Hurroo You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg You're a spinless, boneless, chickenless egg You'll have to be put with the bowl to beg Johnny, I hardly knew ya We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns The enemy never slew ya Johnny, I hardly knew ya I'm happy for to see ya home, Hurroo Hurroo I'm happy for to see ya home, Hurroo Hurroo I'm happy for to see ya home From the isle of Ceylon Johnny, I hardly knew ya We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo Hurroo We had guns and drums and drums and guns The enemy never slew ya Johnny, I hardly knew ya
11.
We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone. For the age of oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own. With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home. All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King! In your great honor we drink and we sing. We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives. And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies! But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean. Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams! All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King! In your great honor we drink and we sing. We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives. And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies! We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone. For the age of oppression is now nearly done.
12.
Start wearing purple wearing purple Start wearing purple, for me now All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time So yeah start wearing purple wearing purple Start wearing purple, for me now All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of time I know you since you were a twenty and I was twenty But thought that some years from now A purple little little lady will be perfect For dirty old and useless clown So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple! Start wearing purple for me now! All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish, I promise, it's just a matter of time! I know it all from Diogenis to Foucault From Lozgechkin to Paspartu I ja kljanus obostzav dva paltza Schto muzika poshla ot Zvukov Mu! Start wearing purple wearing purple! Start wearing purple for me now! All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish, I promise, it's just a matter of time! So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple! Start wearing purple for me now! So why don't you start wearing purple? Why don't you start wearing purple Start wearing purple for me now! All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish, I promise, it's just a matter of time! So Fio-Fio-Fioletta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja! Eh podayte name karetu, votetu, I mi poedem k ebenjam! So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple! Start wearing purple for me now! All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish, I promise, it's just a matter of time!
13.
Oh the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go? I will build my love a tower Near yon' pure crystal fountain And on it I will build All the flowers of the mountain Will ye go, Lassie go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go? If my true love she were gone I would surely find another To pluck wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go? And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go? Will ye go, Lassie go?

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