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Electric Swing Circus - To Russia With Love single review

To Russia With Love is the new Russian themed jazzy electro swing single from the band Electric Swing Circus for 2022. Both songs are based on the country of Russia hence the Russian theme. Vintage Jazz meets modern electronic music on this single.


To Russia for Love is about a man who is a Secret Service agent who got a call to fly to Russia. He's heading to Russia for love.

A man who is a Secret Service agent who got that call to fly East to Russia where there was a sense of danger around every corner. In a land drenched in mystery. He has been sent on a mission tonight. Imagine what it would be. Living life inside the Secret Service while on a mission. He’s got a job to do. Don't act suspicious as this agent is hired out to kill. He is so deadly with his charm. He's heading to Russia for love. A call from above Your secret is safe. He won't give it away.

Then this lady appeared out of nowhere. She's beautiful. Now that means troublе. He doesn't need a distraction such as her because he's got a job to do. His world is so pristinе while on a mission in a land drenched in mystery with his charm deadly so. He never blows his cover. Don't let him catch you.


The song Smoke and Mirrors is about a sexy male assassin who mets his femme fatale who is a Russian spy. The song Smoke and Mirrors is a tale of lust and love.

A sexy male assassin is out on a secret mission. He met his femme fatale which he knows and is aware of the fact that she is and was a Russian spy. She looked divine as she was dressed so fine down to her toes. She was a weapon of mass destruction wearing all the hottest clothes.

So he took a chance on a wild romance. She makes him all hers. They commence to make love and have sexual intercourse all night. Their lust still stays the same even with the stillness of the morning. But yet duty still calls and he goes out on another mission. So does the femme fatale who is a female Russian spy. When they will meet again remains a mystery.

His illusions play with her mind. Now having a sexual relationship with a Russian spy is considered scandalous during these times. Not to mention torrid. But she wouldn't let him go. She's undressed to kill with a license to thrill!

5/5*****!!

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Davy Lyons - Evidence album review

Davy Lyons - Evidence is a beautiful refreshing jazz pop album with songs driven by an acoustic guitar and bass sections. These acoustic guitar driven jazz pop songs make the album soothing along with Davy Lyons crooning voice.


The song A Return marked the return of Davy Lyons. The song A Return was driven by an acoustic guitar and bass section. That bass section with the upright bass gives the song a smooth lounge jazz feeling, sound, and vibe. The song is about searching for a peaceful life in the wilderness.

Davy Lyons went a king's way while maddened on the run. Bent and beaten by a wind. Melted by the sun. Victory each time was his after bloody battles. Justice was rendered swiftly and parchments duly signed. A holy fire rose within. Davy left his command for peaceful life out in the wilderness woodlands. To live on locust, hazelnut, and strawberry. Watercress and stream water. Honey from the golden bee. That is what the lyrics “For mountain, river, the mighty glen and woodland/To live on locust, hazelnut, strawberry/Watercress and stream water, honey from the golden bee” indicate.

Davy Lyons used and reorganized some words from the children’s nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty. “All the king’s horses and all the king's men/They couldn't bring the king back to them”

All the king’s horses and all the king's men couldn't bring the king back to them. Ancient voices called from the corner of the wood. Soothing, delighting, and guiding all at once. The brave song of the crickets and red hounds running sure. His wild dear companions were spirits bold and pure. Salted every season. Wintered in spring. They danced with the raven to a burning violin.

It burned and it tempered after a short long while. Now torn on mossy stone the strings lie long behind. So too wine and women light their darkness lets in. Now unwanted where cricket for cricket sings. Where the rough beasts roam only for to feast on flesh to have their fun with a carcass stripped when fresh. With them he wanders year long until eternity. Mountain, river, northern wind, free from sanity.


The Bullring was about how Davy would only give his life to the woman that he only loved. She is the one he would give his life for. However she already has a lover but Davy does not mind. Eventually Davy a proposal for her to marry to him. Now the woman rejects his proposal to marry her because she already has a lover who is a sailor that is currently overseas that will eventually return back home to her. This leaves Davy heartbroken and sad. So Davy killed her with a knife through the heart because she is the one Davy would have killed for.

Davy has never loved like this before. She is the one he would give his life for. She was only 18. Davy was just 21 when he saw her long hair that was golden like the sun.

He watched her and followed her until they were friends. They strolled through the park where the willow tree bends. Davy heard she had a lover. But he didn’t mind because he loved her so much.She would be his in due time.

By the time he went with a ring to her door, they had walked down the aisle a thousand times before. He makes a proposal for her to marry to him. But she told Davy, “No, I’ll not marry you. You must go on alone. Gonna wait till my sailor boy sails back on home.” Davy tells her, “Go on without you? I don't think I'll be able.” And he threw the diamond ring down on the table.

The woman Davy loves will not marry Davy and rejects his proposal to marry her because she already has a lover who is a sailor that is currently overseas that will eventually return back home to her. This leaves Davy heartbroken and sad. Davy does not think he will be able to go on without her.

The song takes a dark sharp turn with a replete gruesome plot twist when Davy uses a neat sharp silver weapon to kill her. Davy killed her with a knife through the heart. Davy has never loved like this before. She is the one Davy would have killed for. He couldn't bear life apart.


The Harp-Weaver explains how there was not enough clothing for Davy when in his childhood even though Davy was need of clothing to cover to cover himself in. The song is a mixture of folk pop with Old English.

When Davy was knee-high, Davy’s mother said, “Son, you’ve need of clothes to cover you. And not a rag have I. There’s nothing in the house to make a boy breeches. Nor shears to cut a cloth with. Nor thread to take stitches. There’s nothing in the house but a loaf-end of rye and a harp with a woman’s head nobody will buy.” And she began to cry.

Davy was need of clothing to cover to cover himself in. There was nothing in the house to make a boy breeches. There was not a pair of shears to cut cloth with or thread to make stitches. There was nothing in the house but a loaf-end of rye bread and a harp with a woman’s head that nobody will buy.

That was in the early fall. When came the late fall, Davy’s mother said, “Son, the sight of you makes your mother’s blood crawl. Little skinny shoulder blades sticking through your clothes! And where you’ll get a jacket from. God above knows. It’s lucky for me, lad. Your father’s in the ground. And can’t see how I let his son go around!” And she made a queer sound. That was in the late fall. When the winter came, Davy did not have a pair of breeches or a shirt to his name.

The sight of Davy with little skinny shoulder blades sticking through his clothes makes his mother’s blood crawl. His father is deceased. And she can’t see how she lets him go around looking like this. Being impoverished.

His mother said,  “Son, come, climb into my lap and I’ll chafe your little bones while you take a nap.” But they were silly for half an hour or more. Davy with his long legs dragging on the floor. A-rock-rock-rocking to a mother-goose rhyme! But we were happy for a half an hour’s time! Davy was a great lad. And what would folks say to hear his mother singing. To sleep all day in such a daft way?

The night before Christmas, Davy cried with the cold. He cried myself to sleep like a 2 year old. And in the deep night he felt his mother rise and stare down upon him with love in her eyes. Davy saw his mother sitting on the one good chair. A light falling on her from a place where he couldn’t tell. Looking 19 and not a day older. And the harp with a woman’s head leaned against her shoulder. Her thin fingers, moving in the thin, tall strings were weaving wonderful things.

And gold threads whistling through his mother’s hand. He saw the web grow and the pattern expand. She wove a child’s jacket. And when it was done, she laid it on the floor and wove another one. She wove a red cloak. That was so regal to see. Davy said, “She’s made it for a king’s son and not for me.”But Davy knew it was for him.

She wove a pair of breeches quicker than that! She wove a pair of boots and a little cocked hat. She wove a pair of mittens and a little blouse. She wove all night in the still cold house She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke. Her voice never faltered and the thread never broke. And when Davy awoke, there sat his mother with the harp against her shoulder looking 19 and not a day older. A smile about her lips and a light about her head. And her hands in the harp-strings frozen dead. Piled up beside her toppling to the skies were the clothes of a king’s son. Just Davy’s size.


Preciosa is about a siren named Preciosa who waits until some man simply passing through is beckoned by her beams of light. Davy was simply passing through and heard Preciosa sing. No man was said to resist her. Certainly Davy didn’t buck the trend. When Preciosa and Davy met, she told him “I’m not your lover or friend.” The two engage in romantic activities later on. Preciosa is Spanish for precious.

Preciosa waits alone in the wind. She’ll wait there all day and all night until some man simply passing through is beckoned by her beams of light. She’ll take him to the river and lay down right by its edge to the song of the cricket and to the call of the sedge. Her dark hair gleams in the sunlight and gleams by light of the moon. She sings of some ancient sorrow wrapped up in an old folk tune. Preciosa sings, “O won’t you come with me, my darling one, come with me a while? Come with me, my little darling one, if only for tonight”

The leaves of the ash and willow stay silent next to the shore. They’ve witnessed Preciosa. They’ve seen all this before. They’ve seen some man who is passing by to hear her sing and watch her smile. Bewildered by her dark beauty without the will to decline. No man was said to resist her. Certainly Davy didn’t buck the trend. When Preciosa and Davy met, she told him “I’m not your lover or friend.”

On the date of August 31, Davy did have some place to go. But Preciosa took his hand and told him there was no place else to go. Preciosa sung, “O won’t you come with me, my darling one, come with me a while? Come with me, my little darling one, if only for tonight”

They walked through thicket of bramble and had their threads snatched by prickly thorns of blackberry,  wine berry, and tall yellow-blooming gorse. Davy lost a few from the jacket of his black secondhand suit. She lost one from her petticoat. The hem of her petticoat was starched with wild black fruit. Davy felt the expectation of a man who’s on a promise. Whether with fine sweet Fat Margot or that round sweet throat Goddess.

The sun went down and the moon came out. They reached the wide river’s edge. They quickly fell together onto a bed of grass and sand. Davy ripped away her satin dress and threw it to the heather. His suit came off at a hat’s drop. Between them there was nothing. Their bodies moved as freely as the wild waters were running. Her hips they slipped away from him like two little silver trout. And then the vice grip of her thighs held him tight from toe to snout. For sure they gave the best they could, mouth-to-mouth and limb-to-limb. Exchanging blows and maneuvers, kiss for kiss and pin for pin.

The night flamed now with windy fire. Her dress blew hooked on the hedge. Down the river beasts were howling. They drowned out cricket and sedge. And as their bodies burned to ash smoke in the air did billow.

Davy had no wish to fall for her.As if it were up to him. He had no wish to be her friend. It was one night where they were free.  

With sandy lips and grassy knees at the dawning of the day, they left the waters running wild. They went their separate ways. On the first day of September, last night already long behind. Gone like a song sung in summer or Preciosa gone with the wind.


Golden Hair is about a woman with golden hair with white skin pale as a pearl that Davy encounters who she makes Davy her dear companion.

Davy walks by the river beneath bare ash trees with his mind at ease for too long. The moon shines silver on a golden hair girl with white skin pale as a pearl. She takes Davy by the hand. He doesn’t speak a word. Where can he go but with her?

With a flick of her tongue she cuts through his lies. He is left without one alibi. The heart of his dear companion is on fire. His heart is driven wild. There is no one he’d rather see. There is nowhere he’d rather be.

They live with each other in town by the sea. At 4 AM in the morning one dance on Main Street. is more than a thousand dreams. They smoke by the window their clothes near their feet. The lamplight goes off on the street. A bluebird calls out for a mate to come along. Day breaks to his little song.


Blueprints is a sweet and short lovely jazz pop song.

The workshop street is empty now. It ends sometimes just like this. The concrete stones your own to walk. And days promise gone amiss. But oh, sweet little one, sing on so light and low. And pierce the long deep night with your song.

While you bear your tiny sorrow hid behind both smiles and tears, the pale ghosts of your parents ring. Ring-a-ring-ring in your ears. Though the new and bitter voices cry. More of this and of that less. The blueprints of all destruction are already through the press.


Candles sheds lights on how a woman who sleeps with a different man each night feels guilt, remorse, or shame in doing such blasphemous activities.

The candles lined 4 throw lights on the desk. As incense burns slowly, it smells like jasmine. Smoke rises soft to the top of the room and curls at the ceiling while outside the moon plays hammer and sickle with night’s desires that cuts off the bravado and beats down pride.

While Davy thinks with pen at his desk in his room that it’s moving shoreline and moving you. How do you answer the call in your bone? How do you answer the call in your blood?

This woman who sleeps with a different man each night feels guilt, remorse, and shame. She has and feels the same guilty feeling each time there is a new man in her bed. She has always been led by her mother’s hand. She says her mother is an angel sent from above who left her father when push came to shove. And dear darling went back to him when he cells wreaked their havoc in his seeds den. Beyond blood duty given what he’d done. Now the man in her bed thinks that he’s won.

To the branch of an elm a blackbird flies stands in the shadows of summer’s disguise. And picks at a twig broken on the branch until held in its beak is wood for the ranch. For shelter, for warmth, for bone, and for blood. It’s just one more day with work to be done. At 9 AM in the morning coffee’s just made. From the branch of the elm bird flies away.

The years pass Dave by and he passes them too. A new cast plays out what the old went through. A curly-haired waitress who just brought him beer. A sunlit girl dancing without care or fear. This sunlit girl is a stooped brown-haired beggar working the tables. Women in white elegant and able. Crazed man in black, right arm raised to the sky. Whistling grandfather passing me by. How will you answer the call?


Edenvale explains the story of a man that Davy met back he was young that was found from some tree last week hung in the town of Edenvale. He taught Davy some wise words and sayings.

A woman that Davy met was not quite who he thought. For he made an image, in pure gold it was wrought. There was a man that Davy met back when they were young found from some tree last week hung in Edenvale.

This man told Davy, “ May the road rise with you. May your river run deep. May the ones who are true in your life well you keep. Watch the amber lights gleam upon the midnight streets. You’ve nowhere to wander, no one really to meet. But our glasses we raise, rooted voices let ring to the ships setting off those lost or coming in.”


Holy Day is one of those subtle calming jazz pop songs backed by an acoustic guitar. Not surprising since this is a song by Davy Lyons. The song is about searching for answers.

Now the hands of the clock turn to half the 6th hour. There’s nothing to be doing at this early hour but listen to the breeze and birds that are singing. Tune in to the heart in its newest beginning. As low clouds pass west across a slate-grey blue sky. Branch, cone, and needle to and fro on the pines. And the run in the river runs straight through your mind. It’s as close to an answer as you’re likely to find.

Holy day. Holy night. Day comes with the details that were not washed away or are erased. We labour for creation. There are those moving slow. Maybe up or down rungs. And those in golden shackles. Stuck in velvet ruts. You know your dear darling knows former and latter. You saw her chains fall and the velvet in tatters. You say, “Let’s walk that mountain walk, there’s fresher air to find. Let’s leave that search for answers aside for a while”

The dog lays his head on your lap in the bed. You smile at the old saying that he’s your best friend. He’s like tonight’s moon shining 360º degrees. The dog doesn’t speak but is damn good company. While downstairs your friends, a married couple, lie asleep. They’re gentle and kind. You’re glad fortune made you meet. Be it dog, friend, lover, whichever lot in life. It’s as close to an answer as you’re likely to find.

Now the hands of the clock turn to half the 5th hour. If you could you would be asleep at this late hour. The night is black and blue. A cock crows for what is coming. You’re one foot closer to your final becoming. As wind whistles low, needles rustle on the pines and a sparrow sings out into blue and black sky. And a cry from the valley comes sudden and high. They are as close to an answer as you or I.


Davy sings about how much he misses his love in his place of love on his song called Plaisir d’Amour.

Two couples do a slow dance in a lamplit at Gothic Square (Gothic Quarter) in the strange wild heart of Barcelona, Spain with night music in the air of the night. By the years the singer’s worn but has a song to sing rooted in experience and into night air let ring

Well Davy watches and is bound to savour his sweet voice in the night. In Plaça San Felipe, there are Neri four dancers, one singer, and a lamplight.

This city was the rose of fire, Davy gave her the same name. Burnished by her strickened glory. There is no place for praise or blame. One song that played when she was here was his Plaisir d’Amour. But now that she is gone this one he sings is his Plaisir d’Amour. We’re bound to savour the rose and thorns and stem. And bodies burning, hearts hunting, until still stiff in clay lay each of them.

Catalans dance dressed as devils and sing in a different square. The drums beat loud, and sparks are wild in night air. Dressed red, black, blue, and yellow are devils of Gracia. People watching from the church steps, balconies, and terraces.

5/5*****!

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Jamie Foxx - Peep This album review

Jamie Foxx - Peep This was an R&B/soul album sprinkled with New Jack Swing sounds. Jamie Foxx - Peep This was a sorely slept on R&B/soul album that went widely ignored despite having some chart topping success at the time of its release. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect because at the time his debut album was released New Jack Swing was no longer fashion and on its way out. 1994 was a good year for the album to have been released. Now if the album was released on Atlantic Records, MCA, or A&M Records, then the album was have seen a chance of becoming more successful.

4/5****!

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Dervish - Midsummer’s Night album review

Dervish - Midsummer’s Night has some of the most beautiful Irish Celtic music from the country of Ireland. Songs such as Érin Grá Mo Chroí, An T-Úll, and Seán Bháin pay homage and tribute to Irish Celtic music and the country of Ireland.


Erin Grá Mo Chroí is another cover song of a traditional Irish song from Ireland which explains how great the country of Ireland is and emigration from Ireland. Erin Grá Mo Chroí is Irish for Ireland Of My Heart.

In the evening sun when daily work was done, the Irish rambled to the seashore for a walk. They emigrated from Ireland. Ireland is the bright star of the west and is considered to be the blessed land of St. Patrick. The dear little isle is so far away. Far away from the scenes of York.


There Was A Maid In Her Father’s Garden is the story about a maid who has not had a true lover or a lover in 7 years.

There was a maid in her father's garden and a gentleman came passing by. He stood awhile to gaze upon her and said, “Fair maid would you fancy I?” The maid tells him, “But I'm not a lady. I'm a poor girl. A poor man's daughter of a low degree. Therefore, young man, find some other sweetheart. For your servant maid I'm not fit to be.”

It's been 7 years since this maid has had a true love. And 7 more since she saw him. Still she will wait upon him. But if he's alive, he'll come back to her. If he's sick, she will wish him better. If he is dead, she will wish him rest. But if he's alive, she will wait upon him. He's the only young man she loves best.

The gentleman put a hand down in his pocket. His gentle fingers were thin and small. Between them he pulled a gold ring and she fell down when she saw it. The gentleman picked her up all in his arms and gave her tenderly kisses. The gentleman says to her, “I’m your true love and single sailor who came o'er the sea for to wed with thee. If you're my true love and single sailor. Your gentle features they look strange to me. But seven years makes great alterations. O'er the raging seas between you and me.”


Bold Doherty is a cover of a traditional Irish song by Josephine Marsh The song uses a quadrille rhythm on a jig meter on a 6|8 time signature.

Bold Doherty is from the north country where there's a still upon every stream. He craved an excuse to get into the town. So he told his old mother the seams of his clothes were ripped and needed some nails for to rivet them down. She clothed his hand with a bright bit of shillings. She thought the remainder would be her own saying, "When you go to town you can buy the full nagan. But beware you bring none of your fancibles home."

When crossing the fields of the brave Enniskillen, he went into an ale-house for to take a dram. When he saw two tinkers dividing a saucepan, they were arguing about the ten can. One of them then made a blow at the other one.


The Banks Of Sweet Viledee is an Irish Celtic romance song which explained how a man found his own true love.

A man just arrived from the salt sea and it's all for the love of thee. This man just found his own true love. Now he could have married a great king's daughter and have himself to blame. And it's tons of gold he refused and it's all for the love of her. Well, this woman married her house-carpenter and she thinks he's a nice young man. He’ll take her to where the grass grows green on the banks of the Sweet Viledee.

What has he there to support her with and keep her from slavery if she was to leave her house-carpenter?This man has 6 ships now sailing out. And 7 more on sea. 310 are all jolly sailsmen all to wait on thee.

She dressed her baby all neat and clean. She gave him kisses saying, "Stay, stay here, my darling baby boy with you father for company."

She dressed herself in a suit of red and her maiden waist was green. And every town they passed by, they took her to be some queen. They were not two days out at sea. And I'm sure they were not three. When this fair maid began to weep. And she wept most bitterly.The sailsmen brought her out on sea and deprived her of my house-carpenter on the banks of the Sweet Viledee. They were not three days out at sea. When this fair maid disappeared from the deck, she sank to rise no more.


5/5*****!

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Dervish - The Great Irish Songbook album review

Dervish - The Great Irish Songbook has some of the best and  most beautiful Irish Celtic music from the country of Ireland. Fans of Irish Celtic music will most certainly enjoy this album. Honestly this album is the best Irish Celtic music album of 2019.


The Rambling Irishman explains the biography and life of a rambling Irishman.

A rambling Irishman was born in Ulster, Ireland. He spent many happy hours on the banks of sweet Lough Erne. But he could not endure to live poor. So he emigrated to the United States of America as an immigrant. That is why he left this Irish nation.

The night before he sailed away, he spent it with his darling Nancy from 3 o'clock (3 PM) in the afternoon until the break of the day next morning. They linked in each other's arms. It wounded both their charms.

The very first night he slept on board he dreamt about his darling Nancy. He dreamt he held her in his arms. And well she pleased his fancy. But when he woke out of his sleep, he found her bosom empty. He lay discontented.

When they arrived at the other side, they were both stout and healthy. They cast our anchor in the bay going down to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States. So let every lad link with his lass in a blue jacket and white trousers. And let every lass link with her lad in a blue petticoat and white flounces.


There’s Whiskey In The Jar is about the robbery of Colonel Pepper.

Now some people believe thatthe song is not too direct even though  the song does not start off divulging into details about the robbery of Colonel Pepper. The details about the robbery of Colonel Pepper are explained in the lyrics to Verse 1 and Verse 4.  

[Verse 1]
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra mountains
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my sabre
Saying "stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver"

[Verse 4]
They put me in jail without a judge or jury
For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early
They didn't take my fist so I knocked down the sentry
And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary


[Verse 3]
When I awoke between the hours of six and seven
Guards were standing ’round me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken
I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken

The lyrics to the chorus uses some Irish sounding adlibs. In other words Irish adlibs.

[Chorus]
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar


Molly Malone is an Irish romance song about how a man fell in love at first sight with a woman who was a fishmonger named Molly Malone.

In the fair city of Dublin, Ireland where the girls are so pretty a man first set his eyes on sweet Molly Malone as she wheeled her wheelbarrow through the streets broad and narrow crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.” She was a fishmonger. So were her father and mother for sure. And they wheeled their wheelbarrows through the streets broad and narrow crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.”

Abruptly and sadly, Molly Malone died of a fever and no one could save her of/from her sickness. That was the end of sweet Molly Malone. Now her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.”


The Galway Shawl explained the story of how a man spied on a young and handsome damsel. She wore no jewels. But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it and around her shoulders was a Galway shawl.

In the of Oranmore located in the county Galway, Ireland. One pleasant evening in the month of May, a man spied a damsel. She was young and handsome. Her beauty fairly stole his breath away. She wore no jewels. Not even costly diamonds. But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it and around her shoulders was a Galway shawl.

They kept on walking. She kept on talking until her father’s cottage came into view. She said, "Come in, sir, and meet my father. And play for him The Foggy Dew." He played "The Blackbird", "Stacks of Barley", "Rodney's Glory”, and "The Foggy Dew". She sang each note like an Irish Linnet. Her eyes were so blue when tears fell from her eyes.

It was early in the morning when the man hit the road for old Donegal. She said, “Goodbye, sir.” She cried and kissed him. His heart remains with the Galway shawl.


She Moved Through The Fair explained how a woman moved through the fair. She turned her way homeward with one star awake as the swan in the evening moves over the lake. Last night she came to her true love when her true love came in.


The Rocky Road To Dublin explained an Irishman’s journey traveling down a rocky road from Tuam, Ireland to Dublin, Ireland.

While in the merry month of May, a man left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted from his home. He saluted his father dear and kissed his darling mother. Then he drank a pint of beer with his grief and tears to smother. Then off he went to reap the corn to leave where he was born. He cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins. He bought a pair of brogues for rattling over the bogs and frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin, Ireland.

He rested in Mullingar that night because his limbs so weary. Afterwards he started by daylight next morning bright and early. He took a drop of the pure to keep his heart from sinking. That’s a Paddy's cure whenever he's drinking. They hear the lassies smile laughing all the while. He kept traveling until he was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

Next he arrived in Dublin. He thought it's such a pity to be soon deprived a view of that fine city. So then he took a stroll all among the quality all in a neat locality. His bundle was stolen. Something crossed his mind when he looked behind. He could not his bundle upon his stick a wobblin'. So he went enquiring for the rogue. There wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there he got away. His spirits were never falling. He landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing. The Captain roared at him and told him there was no room due to a lack of available space. When he jumped aboard, he found a cabin for Paddy down among the pigs. He played some hearty rigs and danced to some hearty jigs with the water around him bubbling. When he was off to Holyhead, he wished he was dead or instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, Scotland when they safely landed called him a fool. He could no longer stand it. Blood began to boil and he was losing temper. They began abusing Poor old Erin's Isle. (They began abusing Poor old Ireland.) "Hurrah me soul" he says. He’ll apply his Shillelagh to fight them with.  Galway boys were nigh and he saw that he was in a hobble. With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray. And quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.


Down By The Sally Gardens explains how a man met his love.

Down by the Sally Gardens, a man met his love. She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow white feet. She bid him to take love easy as the leaves grow on the trees. But him being young and foolish, he would not agree with her.

In a field down by the river, his love and he did stand. And on his leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand. She bid him to take life easy as the grass grows on the weirs. But he was young and foolish. Now he is full of tears.


On Raglan Road is about an Irishman who saw a dangerous woman yet he ignored the signs that were given to him. The song explains how his happiness was thrown away.

On an Autumn day on Raglan Road, he saw her first and knew that her dark hair would weave a snare that he might some day rue the danger he saw. Yet he passed along the enchanted way. And he said, "Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day."

On Grafton Street in November, they tripped lightly along the ledge of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and him not making hay. He loved too much and by such his happiness is thrown away.

He gave her gifts of the mind and gave her the secret sign. That's a-known to artists who have known true gods of sound and stone. And word and tint without stint, he gave her poems to say with her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet, he sees her walking now away from him so hurriedly. His reason must allow. That he has loved not as he should a creature made of clay. When the Angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day.


Dónal Óg is a cover of an old Irish Gaelic song by the same name. The half rests [half rest (-)] are the same for the most part. The song is a moving story of a girl's total obsession with her lover young Donal (Donal Óg). Even if he travels widely in the world she dearly hopes he'll return eventually to her.


The Fields of Athenry is a cover of Pete St John - The Fields of Athenry. The song is a story about a young man named Michael from Athenry, Ireland who had been deported and expatriated to Australia because he had been caught stealing corn to feed his family during the Irish famine.

Michael heard a young girl calling by a lonely prison wall. "Michael, they have taken you away for you stole Trevelyan's corn. So the young might see the morn'. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Michael heard a young man calling by a lonely prison wall. "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free. Against the famine and the Crown I rebelled, they brought me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity."

Low lie the fields of Athenry where once they (he) watched the small free birds fly. Their love was on the wing. They had dreams and songs to sing. It's so lonely around the fields of Athenry. She watched the last star falling by a lonely harbor wall as that prison ship sailed out against the sky. Sure she'll wait and hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay. It's so lonely around the fields of Athenry. Low lie the fields of Athenry.

The lyrics “Against the famine and the Crown I rebelled, they brought me down.” explained why Michael rebelled against the British Empire and the Irish famine.


The May Morning Dew explained how summer is coming. How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob. Listening to the sounds and the bark of the dogs. Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew. Summer is coming near. With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear. The small birds are singing their fond notes so true. And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew. Weeds have grown all around the garden.


The West Coast of Clare is an Irish folk song about the memories of the West coast of Clare. Vivid memories fade but the mood still remains. The search of times past contains such sweet pain. The West Coast of Clare is an Irish folk song filled with sorrow, sadness, bitterness, and grief. The song is a cover of Planxty - The West Coast Of Clare.

The lyrics represent and show the feelings in the song.

[Verse 1]
Sorrow and sadness, bitterness, grief
Memories I have of you won’t leave me in peace
My mind is running back to the West coast of Clare
Thinking of you, and the times we had there

[Verse 2]
I walked the Spanish point, I knew I’d find you there
I stood on the white strand and you were everywhere
I wish I could go back, and be with you again


The Parting Glass is an Irish folk song about the memories of past time. The money was spent in good company. There is a fair maid in this town. Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips.

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