Einíní, éiníní, codalaígì, codalaígí, Einíní, éiníní, codalaígì, codalaígí. Chorus: Codalaígí, codalaígí, Cois an chlaí amuigh, cois an chlaí amuigh, Codalaígí, codalaígí, Cois an chlaí amuigh, cois an chlaí amuigh. An londubh is an fiach dubh, Téigí a chodhladh, téigí a chodhladh, An chéirseach is an préachán, Téigí a chodhladh, téigí a chodhladh. On spidyóg iss on ishyóg, Téigí a chodhladh, téigí a chodhladh, An dreolin is an smóilín, Téigí a chodhladh, téigí a chodhladh. Translation: Little birds, little birds, go to sleep, go to sleep, Little birds, little birds, go to sleep, go to sleep. Chorus: Go to sleep, go to sleep, Beside the wall outside, beside the wall outside, Go to sleep, go to sleep, Beside the wall outside, beside the wall outside Blackbird and raven, Go to sleep, go to sleep, Female blackbird and crow, Go to sleep, go to sleep. Robin and lark, Go to sleep, go to sleep, Wren and thrush, Go to sleep, go to sleep.

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. There is a ship, and she sails the sea. She's loaded deep, as deep can be, But not as deep as the love I'm in. I know not if I sink or swim. I leaned my back up against an oak. I thought it was a trusty tree. But first it swayed, and then it broke, And so my false love did unto me. O love is gentle, and love is kind. The sweetest flower, when first it's new. But love grows old and waxes cold, And fades away like morning dew.

I have often heard it said, by my father and my mother, That going to a wedding is the making of another. If this be so, then I'll go without a bidding. Kind providence, won't you send me to a wedding? And it's oh, dear me. How will it be if I die an old maid in the garret? Now there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking. Scarcely fifteen, and the fells she was courting. Now she's twenty four with a son and a daughter. Here am I, I'm forty-four, and I've never had an offer. And it's oh, dear me. How will it be if I die an old maid in the garret? I can cook and I can sew, I can keep a house right tidy. Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready. There's nothing in this wide world would make my heart so cheery As a wee fat man to call me his own dearie. And it's oh, dear me. How will it be if I die an old maid in the garret? Oh come landsman, come townsman, come tinker or come tailor. Come fiddler, come dancer, come ploughman or come sailor. Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty. Come any man at all, won't you marry out of pity? And it's oh, dear me. How will it be if I die an old maid in the garret? Well, I'm away at home, 'cause there's nobody heeding, nobody heeding to poor old Annie's pleading. I'm away home to my own wee bit garret. If I can't find a man, then I'll surely get a parrot. And it's oh, dear me. How will it be if I die an old maid in the garret? And it's oh, dear me. How will it be if I die an old maid in the garret?

Chorus: Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling. Come sit you down upon my knee. And tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee. I'm so in love that I can't deny it. My heart lies smothered all in my breast. And it's not for me to let the world know it A troubled mind sure can know no rest. I wish I was in some lonesome valley, Where womankind cannot be found, And the pretty small birds sing upon the branches, And every moment a different sound.

As I was going over the far-famed Kerry mountains, I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier, Saying, 'Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver,' Well, sharigum a-duram a-da. Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny, I put in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me, But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy, Well, sharigum a-duram a-da. Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber, I dreamt of gold and jewels, and for sure, it was no wonder That Jenny took my pistol and she filled it up with water, Then she called on Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter, Well, sharigum a-duram a-da. Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. Early next morning, just before I rose for travel, I spied a band of footmen, and likewise Captain Farrell, I then produced my pistol, for she'd stolen away my rapier, But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken, Well, sharigum a-duram a-da. Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army, I'm sure that he is stationed in Cork, or in Killarney, And if he'll go with me, we'll go roaming through Killkenny, I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny. Well, sharigum a-duram a-da. Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. Well, sharigum a-duram a-da. Whack fol the daddy-o, whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.

If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing, I'd follow the vessel that my true love sails in, And in the top rigging, I'd there build my nest, I'd flutter my wings on his lily white breast. I am a fair maiden, and my story is sad, For once I was courted by a brave sailor lad, Who courted my strongly, both night and by day, But now, my dear sailor has gone far away. He promised to take me to Donnybrook Fair, To buy me red ribbons to tie up my hair, And when he returns from the ocean so wide, He'll take me and make me his own blushing bride. My parents, they chide me, and they will not agree That I and my sailor, married should be. But when he returns, I will greet him with joy. I'll take to my bosom my dear sailor boy. If I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing, I'd follow the vessel that my true love sails in, And in the top rigging, I'd there build my nest, I'd flutter my wings on his lily white breast.

Drifting aimless in the sea, A battered child who seems to be, Drifting with the I and we, A flotsam of identity. She can see with her ears, And make lost things appear, But she can't hide from the dream That she's dreaming. Come away, O human child, To the waters and the wild, With a faerie, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping Than you can understand. Looking for a way to find, The fragile innocence, her mind Looks for what she left behind, But the Mists have made her blind. She can see with her ears, And make lost things appear, But she can't hide from the dream That she's dreaming. Come away, a faerie girl, To the trappings of the world, With a husband, hand in hand, For the glens that you are leaving You will never see again. Now's the time for your goodbyes, Time to open up your eyes. Finally see beyond the lies, Let the world mesmerize. She can see with her ears, And make lost things appear, But she can't hide from the dream That she's dreaming. Come away, O changeling maid, To the home in forest glade, With a mother, hand in hand, For the world is full of wonder, Remember once again.

I'll buy for you a paper of pins, If that's the way that love begins, If you will marry, marry marry marry, If you will marry me. Oh, I don't want your paper of pins, If that's the way that love begins, And I'll not marry, marry marry marry, I'll not marry you. I'll give to you a rocking chair, To sit in the garden and take fresh air, If you will marry, marry marry marry, If you will marry me. Oh, I don't want a rocking chair, To sit in the garden and take fresh air, And I'll not marry, marry marry marry, I'll not marry you. I'll give to you a golden ball, To bounce from the kitchen to the hall, If you will marry, marry marry marry, If you will marry me. Oh, I don't want a golden ball, To bounce from the kitchen to the hall, And I'll not marry, marry marry marry, I'll not marry you. I'll give to you a silver spoon, To feed the baby in the afternoon, If you will marry, marry marry marry, If you will marry me. Oh, I don't want a silver spoon, To feed the baby in the afternoon, And I'll not marry, marry marry marry, I'll not marry you. I'll give to you the key to my chest, And all the money that I possess, If you will marry, marry marry marry, If you will marry me. If you give me the key to your chest, And all the money that you possess, Then I will marry, marry marry marry, I will marry you. Oh, ho, ho, and now I see, You love my money, but you don't love me. Well I'll not marry, marry marry marry, I'll not marry you.

Chorus: I'll tell my ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone. They pulled my hair, they stole my comb, well that's all right, til I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the belle of Belfast city. She is courting, one, two, three, please won't you tell me who is she. Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her. They knock at the door, they ring at the bell, saying, 'Oh, my true love, are you well?' Out she comes, as white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes. Old Johnny Murphy says she'll die if she don't get the fella with the roaming eye. Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high and the snow come tumbling from the sky. She's as nice as apple pie, she'll get her own lad by and by. When she gets a lad of her own, she won't tell her ma when she comes home. Let them come all as they will, for it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

We be soldiers three, Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie. Lately come forth of the low country, With never a penny of money. He that will not pledge me this, Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie. Pays for the shot, whatever it is, With never a penny of money. Charge it again, boys, charge it again, Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie. As long as you have any ink in your pen, With never a penny of money. Hey, good fellow, I'll drink to thee, Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie. To all good fellows, where'er they may be, With never a penny of money. Hey, good fellow, I'll sing you a song, Sing for the brave, and sing for the strong, To all those living and those who have gone, With never a penny of money.

Despierta, dulce amor de mi vida. Despierta, si te encuentras dormida. Escucha mi voz vibrar bajo tu ventana. En esta canción, te vengo a entregar el alma. Perdona que interrumpa tu sueño, Pero no pude más, y esta noche te vine a decir, Te quiero. Translation: Wake up, sweet love of my life. Wake up, if you find yourself sleeping. Listen to my voice vibrating beneath your window. In this song, I come to surrender to you my soul. Forgive me for interrupting your dream, But I couldn't take it any more, and tonight I came to tell you, I love you.

Farewell, my friends, I'm bound for Canaan. I'm travelling through the wilderness. Your company has been delightful. You do not leave my mind distressed. I go away, behind to leave you, Perhaps never to meet again. But if we never have the pleasure, I hope we'll meet on Canaan's land.