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Shannon Frisk Arrivals
03:35
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2. |
Shannon Frisk Departures
04:00
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3. |
Estren
04:27
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I’m a stranger in this country, since westward I came,
There’s no one here that knows me, nor can tell my name.
I’m a stranger in this country, and I’ll tarry here a while,
And then I’ll travel homewards, over many’s a long mile.
Some said that I was lawless, and some called me wild,
Some said that I was lawless, and many hearts beguiled.
There’s but one true image I will carry over the sea,
And I'll trust in this image ’til this land returns to me.
Oh the moon shall set in darkness, and the stars shall give no light;
If ever I prove deceitful to my own hearts’ delight.
In the middle of the ocean there shall spring a myrtle tree,
If we ever break the shackles and rise from the sea.
Are we strangers in this country that we once called home?
Where we can live and share once more the right to roam.
Keep an eye to the horizon, and keep the fight within,
Keep your eye to the vision as the wind rushes in.
Estren of-vy y'n pow-ma, | I’m a stranger in this country,
Ny'm aswon den vyth yn-ta | There’s no one here that knows me
Our ship is well rigged, she’s ready to sail;
May the heavens protect her with a sweet pleasant gail,
And it’s when we have landed we’ll dance and we shall sing,
In a plentiful country set the valleys to ring.
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4. |
Threshold
07:40
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5. |
Gone is the Traveller
07:30
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Gone is the traveller,
Where has his soul gone?
Like the wind on the hills;
Now the soft grass it dances no more.
“A storm came”, said he, “and it took me away”,
To a land he cannot see clear.
He sits now with the thoughts he holds dear,
Wondering where to go.
Cold are the hours,
At first light in summers’ hue.
And the frost melts with no haste,
Nor, for him, the cycles resume.
For the bleakest night and the hardest rain,
He yearns for these too;
For any moment passing,
Would bring on a spring anew.
He waltzed with Father Time.
He played with Madame Sin.
And the fall coming to him quickened,
As the dark tides they crept in.
But no one could see, he pushed them away,
And the young man held his head high.
But the spell hung on him still,
Waiting and biding its time.
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6. |
La Bestia
07:20
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Ditlhapi di a sesa
Thswara mo tshwara mo
Ka Matsogo a lerato
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The fish flow through the sea and there lies our sustenance
Catch here catch there
With a humble hand
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7. |
The Drummer
05:24
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I was brought up in hardship and when I was sixteen,
I ran away from home, me girls, and a soldier I became,
With a fine cap and feathers, likewise a rattlin’ drum,
I learned myself to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum.
Many years the pranks that I saw among the French,
And boldly did I fight the boys although I’m but a wench,
And buttoning up my trousers, how often did I smile;
To think I lay with a thousand men and a maiden all the while.
With a fine cap ‘n feathers, likewise a rattling drum,
I learned myself to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum.
With a gentle waist so slender, my fingers long and small,
I can play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum the best of them all.
Well no one found my secret out until this very hour,
‘Cause they sent me up to London to be sentry at the tower. A lady fell in love with me, and I told her I was a maid,
And she went unto my officer and my secret she betrayed.
He unbuttoned my red tunic and saw that it was true,
“It’s a shame,” he said, “to lose a clever drummer boy like you.” So now I must return to me ma and da at home,
And along with my dear comrades no longer shall we roam.
But if not now then when my girls, we will not stay at home,
And along with our dear comrades there will come a day we roam. And when that day arrives my girls, the drum will sound once more: For you, and me, and one and all - we’ll put an end to war.
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8. |
Flower of the Sun
04:45
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Wake up sleepy head
You’re still in bed
The house is falling down
Wake up sleepy head
You’re in somebody’s bed
Waiting to be found
The ceiling’s caving in
The walls are paper thin
You’re all on your own
And you’re hurt to the bone
And when the penny dropped
I forget what I forgot
And when my time is up
You can have the lot
Flower of the sun
The leaves are on the turn
Nothing moves on winters watch,
Spring shakes its head then stops
Time comes and goes
But love can always grow
Rest easy now
These chains are gone
Rest easy now
These chains are gone
Wake up sleepy head
You’re out of your weathered bed
And this house is falling down
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9. |
Kuusilta
06:44
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10. |
An Tros
05:41
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Ha my ow mos, ha my ow mos
Ha my ow mos y’n goonlas
My a glewas, a glewas
An tros, a’ tros, a’ tros
A’n puskes munys mes my a drovyas
Unn pysk bras naw y lostow
Y’n goonlas y’n goonlas
Oll an bobel yn Porth ia ha Marghasyow
I na’or dh’y gensynsi
Ha my ow mos, ha my ow mos
My a glewas an son
A’n skathow ow koska mes my a drovyas
Kolon a’n mor, lost frangow
Dhe’n hevva
Oll an bobel yn Porth Enys ha Lulyn I na’or dh’y gensynsi
Ha my ow mos, ha my ow mos
Ha my ow mos y’n goonlas
An tros, a’ tros, a’ tros...
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As I went out, as I went out,
As I went out on the blue-green downs
I heard, I heard
The noise, the noise, the noise
Of small fishes but I found
A big fish with nine tails
On the blue-green downs
All the people in Saint Ives and Marazion
Could not seize hold of it
As I went out, as I went out
I heard the sound
Of sleeping boats but I found
Heart of the ocean, sharks tail
To the Heva
All the people in Mousehole and Newlyn
Could not seize hold of it
As I went out, as I went out,
As I went out on the blue-green downs
The noise, the noise, the noise...
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11. |
Little Giants
05:18
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TEYR London, UK
Folk trio TEYR evolved out of London’s thriving session scene, combining bothy ballads, focsle shanties, folk tunes and Irish poetry. Their unique blend of voices and instruments draws links between the many sounds of the Celtic and British isles.
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