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Sacco and Vanzetti `Christy Moore`

Sacco worked at trimming shoes. Vanzetti was a travelling man, pushed his cart round with his hand CHORUS Two good men's a long time gone. Sacco and Vanzetti are gone.

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI `Scott Walker`

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI (Baez/Morricone) Father - yes, I am a prisoner Fear not, to relate my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence is shame Blessed are the persecuted

The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti `Stephane Pompougnac`

Here's to you Nicola and Bart Rest forever here in our hearts The last and final moment is yours That agony is your triumph

Lanigans Ball `Christy Moore`

Lanigan's Ball Christy Moore In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a shilling. His father died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of ground.

Joxer Goes to Stuttgart `Christy Moore`

and jumpleads for the van.

Don't Forget Your Shovel `Christy Moore`

to work. oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work or you'll end up where you came from like the rest of us diggin', diggin', diggin'... and

Curragh of Kildare `Christy Moore`

The winter it has passed And the summer's come at last The small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad Since my true love is far away from me And straight

The Reel in the Flickering Light `Christy Moore`

his thin and wispy spindles He was deft and he was nimble His eyes were scientific And his dancing was terrific And the rats and worms they made a din And the nettles in the corners took it in "Oh God

Natives `Christy Moore`

communicate For all of our native tongues we're all natives here Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream Voices in anger, victims of history Plundered and

Black Is the Colour `Christy Moore`

Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands, I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

Fairytale of New York `Christy Moore`

"It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank An old man said, ""Son, I won't see another one"" And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you I

Ordinary Man `Christy Moore`

I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand I've had to work for everything I own I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got Enough to keep my family and my home Now they say that times

Delirium Tremens `Christy Moore`

I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin' up

Faithful Departed `Christy Moore`

This graveyard hides a million secrets, And the trees know more than they can tell. The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you, In heaven and in hell.

The Knock Song `Christy Moore`

"Get up", says she, "and get a job", says I, "I'll do my best" I pulled on me Wellingtons to march to Kiltimagh But I took a wrong turn in Charlestown and ended up in Knock Oh once this quiet crossroads

All I Remember `Christy Moore`

I was lured by the rocking horse Sweets and the bualadh bos Fifty wild boys to a room Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon Black shoes and stockings for those who say don't Blue is the

Lakes of Pontchartrain `Christy Moore`

It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew.

Only Our Rivers Run Free `Christy Moore`

When apples still grow in November When Blossoms still bloom from each tree When leaves are still green in December It's then that our land will be free I wander her hills and her valleys And still through

Casey `Christy Moore`

If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding And you like the bed as well Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun Make for Inch and the Strand hotel If talk of turf drives you crazy And you can't face

Nancy Spain `Christy Moore`

Of all the stars that ever shone Not one would twinkle like your pale blue eyes And like golden corn at harvest time your hair Sailing in my boat gently blows and fills my sail Your sweet scented breath

Missing You `Christy Moore`

"In nineteen hundred and eighty six There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick And you can't live on love, on love alone So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam To where you're a

Ride On `Christy Moore`

True you ride the finest horse I\'ve ever seen, Standing 16 1\" or 2\" with eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.

The Time Has Come `Christy Moore`

The gentle clasp that holds my hand Must loosen and let go Please help me through the door Though instinct tells you no.

Go Move Shift `Christy Moore`

The eastern sky was full of stars And one shone brighter than the rest The wise men came so stern and strict And brought the orders to evict You'd better get born in some place else.

The Wicklow Boy `Christy Moore`

Young Irish men specially trained and chosen Were on the heavy gang that made him run the line.

Section 31 `Christy Moore`

Who are they to decide what we should hear? Who are they to decide what we should see? What do they think we can't comprehend here? What do they fear that our reaction might be, might be? Section 31 o...

The Ballad Of Sacco & Vanzetti (Live (1975)) `Joan Baez`

Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence is shame And now I`ll tell you what`s against us An art that`s lived for centuries Go through the years

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI, PART THREE `joan baez`

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI, PART THREE (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) My son, instead of crying be strong Be brave and comfort your mother Don't cry for the tears are wasted

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI, PART ONE `joan baez`

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI, PART ONE (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI, PART TWO `joan baez`

THE BALLAD OF SACCO AND VANZETTI, PART TWO (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence