Standard (EADGBE)

Introduction

In Banbridge Town in the County Down

One morning last July,

From a boreen green came a sweet colleen

And she smiled as she passed me by.

She looked so sweet from her two bare feet

To the sheen of her nut brown hair.

Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook my self

For to see I was really there.

Chorus

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and

From Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and

From Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there

And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,

With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked

Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke

Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.

Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside

Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus / Repeat

Irish Heartbeat

Words and Music by Van Morrison

Oh won't you stay, stay awhile

With your own ones.

Don't ever stray, stray so far

From your own ones.

This old world is so cold.

Don't care nothin' for your soul

You share with your own ones.

Don't rush away, rush away

From your own ones.

Just one more day, one more day

With your own ones.

For the world is so cold.

Don't care nothin' for your soul

You share with your own ones.

Bridge

There's a stranger and he's

Standing at your door.

May be your best friend

Might be your brother,

You may never know. [E7}

I'm going back, going back

To my own ones.

Back to talk, talk awhile

With my own ones.

For the world is so cold.

Don't care nothing for your soul

You share with your own ones.

Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

[A7} Ta mo chleamhnas deanta o athru areir

S'ni mo na go dtaithnioonn an bhean liom fein

Ach fagfaidh me i mo dhiaidh i

'gus imeoidh me liom fein

Ar fud na gcoillte craobh ach

match was

made here last night

To a girl I neither love nor like

But I'll take my own advice

And leave her behind

And go roaming the wild woods all over.

Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.

Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath

Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.

'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite

Middle eight

change of key) ED ED ED ED ED ED A7 D

I walked up and I walked down.

I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,

But no equal to my true love could I find.

She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.

D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la

'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra

Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra

Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile

I got up two hours before day

And I got a letter from my true love.

I heard the blackbird and linnet say

That my love had crossed the ocean.

Raglan Road

Traditional, words by P. Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy

Moloney

Intro

[A7} On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,

I saw her first and knew.

That her dark hair would weave a snare

That I may one day rue.

I saw the danger, yet I walked

A long the en chanted way

And I said let grief be a falling leaf

At the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November,

We tripped lightly along the ledge

Of a deep ravine where can be seen

The world of passions pledge.

The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts

And I not making hay,

Well I loved too much by such and such

Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her the gifts of the mind.

I gave her the secret sign

That's known to all the artists who have

Known true Gods of Sound and Time.

With word and tint I did not stint.

I gave her reems of poems to say

With her own dark hair and her own name there

Like the clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet where old ghosts meet,

I see her walking now away from me,

So hurriedly my reason must allow.

For I have wooed not as I should

A creature made of clay.

When the angel woos, the clay heel lose

His wings at the dawn of the day.

She Moved Through the Fair

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

My young love said to me,

My mother won't mind

And my fat her won't slight you

For your lack of kind.

And she stepped away from me

And this she did say,

"It will not be long love

Till our wedding day".

She stepped away from me

And she moved through the fair

And slowly I watched her move here

And move there.

She went her way slowly

With one star awake,

As the swan in the evening

Moves over the lake.

I dreamt that last night that,

My young love came in.

So softly she entered,

That her feet made no din.

She came close beside me

And this she did say,

"It will not be long love

Till our wedding day".

I'll Tell Me Ma

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Intro

I'll tell me Ma when I go home,

The boy's won't leave the girls alone.

They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,

Well [E7} that's alright till I go home.

Chorus

She is handsome. She is pretty.

She is the bell of [E7} Belfast City.

She is courtin' one, two, three.

Please won't you [E7} tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney say's he loves her.

All the boy's are fighting for her.

They knock at the door and ring at the bell

Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well"?

Out she comes as white as snow,

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.

Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die

If you don't get the fella

With the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow 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 gets home.

Let them all come as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Repeat 1st Verse and Chorus

Carrickfergus

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

I wished I had you in Carrick fergus,

Only for nights in Bally grand,

I would swim over the deepest ocean,

The deepest ocean to be by your side.

But the sea is wide and I can't swim over

And neither ha ve I wings to fly.

I wish I could find me a handy boatman

To ferry me over to my love and die.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections

Of happy days so long ago.

My boyhood friends and my own relations.

Have all passed on like the melting snow.

Chorus 1

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,

Soft is the grass and my bed is free.

Oh to be home now in Carrick fergus,

On the long road down to the salty sea.

And in Kilkenny it is reported

On marble stone there as black as ink,

With gold and silver I did support her

But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.

Chorus 2

I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,

A handsome rover from town to town.

Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered

Come all ye young men and lay me down.

Celtic Ray

Words and Music by Van Morrison

(The introduction and the middle eight of this song are

taken from an Irish traditional song called Buachaill on Eireann which

roughly translates as the Boy From Ireland)

When Lewellen comes around

And he goes through market town

You'll be on the Celtic Ray,

Are you ready?

When McManus comes around

On his early morning round

Cryin' "Herrin' Olay"

You'll be on the Celtic Ray.

1st Bridge:

Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, and Wales,

I can hear those ancient voices calling,

"Children, children"

When the coalbrick man comes round,

On a cold November day

You'll be on the Celtic Ray,

Are you ready?

Middle 8 GC GC G

2nd Bridge:

Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall and Wales,

I can hear those ancient voices calling,

"Children, children, children".

Listen Jimmy, I wanna go home.

Listen Jimmy I wanna go home.

I've been away from the Ray too long.

Repeat

I've been away from the Ray too long.

In the early mornin', we'll go walkin' where

The light comes shining through

On the Celtic Ray,

Are you ready?

My Lagan Love

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Where Lagan streams sing lulla bies

There blows

lily fair.

The [Eb} twilight gleam is in her eye,

The night is on her hair.

And like a love sick lena shee

She hath my heart in thr all.

No life have I, no liber ty,

For love is Lord of all.

And often when the beetles horn

Has lulled the eve to sleep,

I'll steal into her sheiling lorn

And through the doorway creep.

There on the cricket's singing stone,

She makes the bogwood fire

And sings in sweet and undertone,

The song of hearts desire.

Marie's Wedding

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Chorus

Step we gaily on we go,

Heel and heel

And toe for toe,

Arm and arm

And row and row,

All for Marie's wedding.

Over hillways, up and down,

Myrtle green and bracken brown,

Past the sheilings through the town

All for the sake of Marie.

Chorus

Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,

Bright her eyes as any star.

Fairest of them all by far,

Is our darlin' Marie.

Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal,

Plenty peat to fill her kreel.

Plenty bonnie bairns as well,

That's the toast for Marie.