Another great recording of a new song (to me) and a new singer (to me). Thanks to the singer, Cathal O’Neill, and the Irish Traditional Music Archives. (Jump to :49 to start the singing.)
John Reilly the Fisherman
One evening fair to take the air alone I chanced to stray
Down by a silvery winding stream that ran along the way
I overheard a maid complain as the tears fell from her eyes,
Saying, “My love is on the ocean wide bound for America.”
“John Reilly was my true love’s name, he lived near the town of Bray.
He was as fine a young man as ever you did see,
My father he had riches, while Reilly he was poor,
But because he was a fisherman they could not him endure.”
Her mother took her by the hand and this to her did say,
“If you be fond of Reilly, you must shun his company.
Here is one hundred pounds in gold and it can all be used.
Send Reilly to America and you can follow, too.”
A great archival recording of Corney McDaid singing this song of women who runs off with a man who is only trying to murder her. Like in many other similar songs, she outsmarts him. I found this song during one of many hours visiting the Digital Library of the Irish Traditional Music Archives.
Oh false lover John he courted me, for every hour in the day,
He courted me until such a degree as I hadn’t one word to say.
‘It’s take in all your father’s gold and all your mother’s money,
And steal the keys of your father’s stable with thirty steeds and three.’
She took in all of her father’s gold and all her mother’s money,
She stole the keys of her father’s stable with thirty steeds and three.
She mounted on a white milk steed, rode on by the clear silver light of the moon,
And they rode on to the river bank where there they did get down.
‘It’s lie you here Miss Magdelene this night along with me,
For here I drowned seven king’s daughters, the eighth one shall be you.