False Lady

John Doyle‘s unique guitar playing makes this version of False Lady my favorite.  You can find a version of it on his CD with Karan Casey Exiles Return. 

False Lady

“Abide, abide, true love,” she said,
“Bide and stay all night,
You shall have pleasure in my room
With a coal and a candle light, light,
With a coal and a candle light”

“I won’t abide, you false lady,
and bide and stay all night,
For I have a far better love to enjoy
When I go home, than you, you,
When I go home, than you”

As he stooped over saddle bow
To kiss her lips so sweet
And with a penknife in her hand
She wounded him full deep, deep
She wounded him full deep

“Why woundest me, you false lady
Why woundest me full sore?
There’s not a doctor in all Scotland
Can heal my mortal wound, wound
Can heal my mortal wound”

She awoke her maids in the morning
Just at the break of day
Saying, “there’s a dead man in my bed chamber
I wish he was away, away
I wish he was away”

Some took him by the lily-white hands
And others by the feet
They threw him into a very deep well
Full fifty fathoms deep, deep
Full fifty fathoms deep

“Lie there, lie there, you false young man
Lie there, lie there, alone
And let the one that you love best
Think you long a coming home, home
Think you long a coming home”

Oh then upspoke a pretty little bird
Sitting on a tree
“An ill death may you die, lady
He had no love but thee, thee
He had no love but thee”

“Come down, come down, you pretty little bird
Sit upon my knee
For I have a golden cage at home
That I will give to thee, thee
That I will give to thee”

“I won’t come down, you false lady
And sit upon your knee
For you have slain your own true love
And I’m sure you would slay me, me
And I’m sure you would slay me”

“I wish I had my bow to bend
My arrow and my string
I’d shoot you through the very heart
Among the leaves so green, green
Among the leaves so green”

“Well if you had your bow to bend
Your arrow and your string
I’d take my wings and away I’d fly
You’d ne’er see me again, again
You’d ne’er see me again”

Flower of Finae

Karan Casey and John Doyle are featured here in a fantastic version of Flower of Finae.  It’s one of the “big songs” in the traditional singing canon and in an upcoming Singer Q & As with Karan and John, they talk about working on the big songs.

Flower of Finae

Bright red is the sun o’er the waves of Lough Sheelin
A cool gentle breeze o’er the mountains is stealing
But fair round the islets the small ripples play
But fairer than all is the flower of Finae

Her hair is like night and her eyes like grey morning
She trips o’er the heather as if its touch scorning
But her heart and her lips are as mild as May Day
Young Eily McMahon is the flower of Finae

Who down the hillside like wild deer runs fleeter?
And who on the lakeside is hastening to greet her?
Who but Fergus O’Farrell, that fiery young gay
The darling and pride of the flower of Finae

One kiss and one clasp and one wild look of gladness
But why does it change all of a sudden to sadness?
He has told his sad fortune; he can no longer stay
He must leave his poor Eily all alone in Finae

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Madam I’m A Darlin

A clever and fun song performed by the fantastic guitarist/singer John Doyle. You can find this recorded on Exiles Return, his duet album with Karan Casey.

Madam I’m A Darlin

As I walked out in Chester city
At the late hour of the night
Who should I see but a fair young maiden
Washing her clothes in the clear moonlight

cho: Madam I’m a darlin, a die row dither-o
Madam I’m a darlin, a die row day

Oh first she washed and then she squeezed ’em
Then she hung them out to dry
And then she folded up her arms
Saying, “Oh what a fair young girl am I.”

Oh going to the well for a pail of water
Fetching it back to make some tea
Well she fell under and I fell over
And all the game was above her knee

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