A real rouser! Great singing, playing, arrangement and a wonderful old song from Ildanach.

The Road to Clady
I am a country servant serving in Collon
In a place they call New Hamilton, a grand old-fashioned town;
‘Twas early in the morning at the hour of three
When I set off for Clady, the old grey mare and me.

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Cheeks as red as roses, eyes a bonny blue,
Dancing, dancing pierce me through and through;
She fairly won my fancy, stole away my heart,
Jogging along to Clady on the sour milk cart.

In the corner of the street, a bus I chanced to pass
And in the corner of the bus I spied a country lass.
Says I, “My pretty fair maid, come along with me.
I’m going the road to Clady, the old grey mare and me.”

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I asked her up beside me and on the cart she sat.
I slipped an arm around her waist and soon began to chat.
The birds in the bushes sweetly they did sing.
The blackbirds and the thrushes how they made a forest ring.

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Well you’ve heard of lords and ladies making love in shady bowers,
And how they woo awhile among the roses and the flowers
I’ll never forget the day that Cupid shot his dart
Jogging along to Clady on the sour milk cart.

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