Великолепнейшие братаны в истории фолка , а может и вообще музыки.
Кто еще не знает, это братики из Silly Wizard


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Святые люди, ёлки палки!
Висл часом не Susato Kildare?

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Тихо, спокойно, одиноко. Кайф.
фото с http://www.billmarshall.co.uk

THE VALLEY OF STRATHMORE

By the clear and the winding streams
In the Valley of Strathmore,
Where my love and I have been,
Where we'll wander nevermore.

Chorus:
But if time was a thing Man could buy,
All the money that I have in store,
I would give for one day by her side,
In the Valley of Strathmore.

From the glen of the golden and green
I left for a land far away
Where sadness has never been seen
And joy only costs a day's pay.

In Strathmore there's a long working day
For a man wi' his hands on the ploo
But it's work I'd be happy tae dae,
If at night I were lyin' wi' you.

As I take a long draught from my glass
Oh I'm drinking alone here again
And I try no' to think o' my lass
For the old days will ne'er come again.

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Это была первая вещь, что я услышал, где они воткнули электроорган. Я был удивлён, но мне очень понравилось.
фото с http://www.billmarshall.co.uk

Hame Hame Hame

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the Birch, an' the Pine, an' the bonny Rowan tree
They are all bloomin' fair in my ain country

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the wild deer run through the glen I'll ne'er see
Where my heart I will remain in my ain country

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the glint through the mirk, I tell stay thee
It'll shine upon them yet, in my ain country

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the Birch, an' the Pine, an' the bonny Rowan tree
They are all bloomin' fair in my ain country

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Без этой песни не обходился ни один мой келтик-перформ

They sailed away on that gallant barque
Roy Niell and his fair young bride
They had ventured all on that bounding ship
That danced on the silvery tide
And his heart was young, and his spirit light
As he kissed her tears away
And they watched the shore retreat from sight
Of their own sweet Dublin Bay

Three days they sailed when the storm arose
And the lightnin' swept the beam
When the thunder crash broke the sharp repose
Of the wee three sailors sleep
Roy Niell he clasped his weepin' bride
And he kissed the tears away
"Oh aloft was a fear for lower" he cried
"When we left sweet Dublin Bay"

On the crowded deck of that doomed ship
Some fairlander did despair
And some o'ercome wi' a whole yuir hearts
Of the God of the storm an' prayer
"She has struck a rock" the sailors cried
An' their breath of wild dismay
And that ship went down wi' the fair young bride
That sailed from Dublin Bay

They sailed away in that gallant barque
Roy Niell and his fair young bride
They had ventured all on that bounding ship
That danced on the silvery tide
But his heart was young, and his spirit light
As he kissed her tears away
And they watched the shore retreat from sight
Of their own sweet Dublin Bay

качать: http://yar.folk-music.ru/mp3/wizard05.mp3
Без этого многого бы не случилось ;) Ещё одна милая сердцу вечность с гитарой на берегу.

I am a young sailor, my story is sad,
Though once I was carefree and a brave sailor lad,
I courted a lassie by night and by day,
Oh but now she has left me,
And sailed far away.

Oh, if I was a blackbird could whistle and sing,
I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top riggin' I would there build my next,
And I'd flutter my wings o'er her lilly white breast.

Or if I was a scholar and could handle the pen
Once secret love letter to my true love I'd send
And tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain
Since she's gone and left me
In yon flowery glen.

I sailed o'er the ocean, my fortune to seek
Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek
I returned and I told her my love was still warm
but she turned away lightly
And great was her scorn. 

I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair
And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her side
But she says in the morning
She sails with the tide.

My parents, they chide me, oh they will not agree
Saying that me and my false love, married should never be
Oh let them deprive me, or let them do what they will
While there's breath in my body
She's the one I love still.

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Нежная такая золотая песня, как поля кукурузы ;). Очень люблю.

Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
And you might never stumble or fall.
Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
And you might never fall in love at all.

CHORUS:
Golden, golden, is her hair,
Like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden, is her love,
So sweet and clear and warm.

Lonely, lonely, is the heart
That ne'er another can call its own.
Lonely, lonely, lies the part
That has to live all alone.

Wildly, wildly, beats the heart
With a rush of love like a mountain stream.
Wildly, wildly, play your part
As free as a wild bird's dream.

The Queen of Argyll

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Наверное не бывает такого чтобы я взял в руки гитару и не спел эту песню. И ещё она мне постоянно цитируется ;)

CHORUS
And if you could have seen her there,
Boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement,
and the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
of the queen of all Argyll.

On that evening that I mention,
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
Being a place of noble thinkers,
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour
Shone the Queen of all Argyll

So my lads my needs must leave you,
My intention's not to grieve you
Nor indeed would I decieve you,
Oh I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her,
To court her and to tame her
I fear my heart's in danger
From the Queen of all Argyll