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Landless EP

by Landless

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1.
Doomsday 01:59
Behold with awful pomp The judge prepares to come The archangel sounds the dreadful trump And wakes the general doom. Nature in wild amaze Her dissolution mourns Blushes of blood the moon deface The sun to darkness turns. The living look with dread The frighted dead arise Start from the monumental bed And lift their ghastly eyes
2.
Young William Reilly was by trade, A weaver bould lived on the Coombe, For many years so sportingly, He hopped the treadles of his loom, He wrought away both night and day, His work did never cockle¹, Till he fell in love with Mary Neil, Who sold rags upon the Poddle². Oh, young Willie for to gain this maid Immediately contrived a plan, Said he "I'll go and court Miss Neil, For I means to prove meself a man, A tommy³ I wants very bad, So to get one off I'll toddle And I'll buy it from young Mary Neil, That sells rags upon the Poddle. Oh, Mary says he, me dearest dear, Oh, If with me you will combine, For to join our hands in wedlock bands, Happy I'd be to style you mine. Mother will give a stock of clothes, To keep you from all trouble, And I'll never let you any more, Sell auld rags upon the Poddle. Young Will sez she, don't make so free, For to marry yet I'm not inclined, As for to wed a weaver bould, It never once did cross me mind, So take this for your answer, And do me no more trouble, Nor I will sell you no more rags, While I sits upon the Poddle. Young Willie drooped and hung his head When he got this sad denial, When up there steps a brewers man, All ready to defy him. "Mary" sez he, "come 'long with me, For I means to wet your throttle, And I'll never let you anymore, Sell auld rags upon the Poddle" Well, she embraced his offer in a crack, And off they went together, On a jaunting cart so stately sat, With a dandy hat and a feather, They keeps a house in Golden-lane, Where quarts and glasses rattle, And she does not care what people say, 'bout old rags upon the Poddle. Young William Reilly heart full sore, Went home and did his shuttle throw But of late he courts a spinning girl Who turns a wheel in Pimlico To salute her heart so free from guile, Willie cracked a flowing bottle And he thinks no more on Mary Neil, And auld rags upon the Poddle. 1 - cockle = wrinkled like the shell of a cockle, to shrink up. 2 - Poddle = (An Poitéal), an ancient stream of Dublin. Although Anglicised as Poddle by the English it was invariably pronounced Pottle by the citizens of Dublin up to the latter half of the 19th century. 3 - tommy = a front and collar doing duty for a full shirt.
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Lang hae we partit been Lassie my dearie Noo we are met again Lassie lie near me Near me, near me Lassie lie near me Lang hast thou lain thy lane Lassie lie near me Frae draed Culloden’s fields Bloody and dreary Mourning my country’s fate Lanelie and weary Weary, weary, lanelie and weary Become a sad banished wight Far frae my dearie Loud loud the wind did roar Stormy and eerie Far from my native shore Danger stood near me Near me, near me Danger stood near me Now I’ve escaped them a’ Lassie lie near me All that I have endured Lassie my dearie Here in thine arms is cured Lassie lie near me Near me, near me Lassie lie near me Lang hast thou lain thy lane Lassie lie near me.
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Oh whither away Lord Landless said she My mossy banks why pass over Maiden, the landless must wanderer be No world is too wide for the rover Heigh ho onwards I go No world is too wide for the rover On what do you feast Lord Landless said she My honey and oaten cakes scorning Flocks of white fowls on the nights dark dream I slay with my long sword of morning Heigh ho bosoms of snow I slay with my long sword of morning And where do you sleep Lord Landless said she My thatch it would be mean abiding Rock of the mountain and wave of the sea Make pillows for head under hiding Heigh ho the stilly and flow Make pillows for head under hiding And who is your love Lord Landless said she What fair lady sighs for the rover Kisses are yours if you journey with me Far from your own bonny lover Heigh ho girl will you go Far from your own bonny lover A-walking went she With Landless and free O'er highways and byways they travelled Weary maid down by the brink of the sea She sleepeth on green grey gravel Heigh ho heart full of woe She sleepeth on green grey gravel
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The wind is fair, the day is fine And swiftly, swiftly goes the time; A boat is waiting on the tide To waft me far from Fiunary (Chorus) We must up and haste away, We must up and haste away, We must up and haste away, Farewell, farewell to Fiunary. A thousand, thousand tender ties, Wake within my mournful sighs; My heart within me almost dies At thoughts of leaving Fiunary. As I leave these happy vales, See, they spread their flapping sails. Adieu, adieu my native dales, Farewell, farewell to Fiunary.

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released March 21, 2014

Recorded and mixed by Alex Borwick & Ben Lehane at Elektra Studios, Dublin 2 on the 2nd March 2014.

Cover image 'Spøkefugl' (2013) by Solveig Bergene www.solveigbergene.com

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Landless Dublin, Ireland

Landless are Lily Power, Meabh Meir, Ruth Clinton and Sinead Lynch. Formed in 2013 and based in Dublin and Belfast, they sing unaccompanied traditional songs in four-part harmony.

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