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Live in Dublin (1981) is a live album by Irish singer/songwriter Christy Moore.

We recorded this album in April 1978, when we did gigs at The Meeting Place, Pat Dowling's of Prosperous, Trinity College and the Grapevine Arts centre in North Great George's St. One number ' Clydes Bonnie Banks was recorded in Nicholas Ryan's front room. We got great assistance from Ireland's greatest roadcrew, John McFadden and Leon Brennan. I'll dedicate this album to Juno, who arrived as we started

Christy

MUSICIANS

Christy Moore - Guitar & Vocals Donal Lunny - Bouzuoki, Guitar &Backround Vocals Jimmy Faulkner - Lead & Slide Guitars

Produced & Recorded By : Nicky Ryan

[edit] Track listing

Songs on in are :

(1) Hey Sandy
(2) The Boys of Barr Na Sraide
(3) Little Mother
(4) Clyde's Bonnie Belle
(5) Pretty Boy Floyd
(6) Bogey's Bonnie Belle
(7) The Crack Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
(8) Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair
(9) One Last Cold Kiss

[edit] Song Notes

1. Hey Sandy

The sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by
You stood at the door and you watched then pass you asked the reason why
The sound of steel on their Jackboot heel came pounding through your head
Your reason is past, they've come at last, with the blessings of the dead

Hey Sandy hey Sandy why are you the one
All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone
Did you see them turn did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew
Hey Sandy hey Sandy just what did you do

At the college square they were standing there with flag and with the gun
And the whispered words as the young ones stirred, why are these things done
And the air was still with the lonely thrill of now the hour is near
And the smell of sweat was better yet than the awful smell of fear

The awful shout as you all ran out, why are these things done
And you stood and stared yet no one cared for another campus bum
Your songs are dead and your hymns instead are to the funeral pyre
And the words of youth, like love and truth are just ashes on the fire

Did you throw the stone at the men alone with their bayonets fixed for hire
Did you think that they would kill no one did you scream as they opened fire
As the square ran red with your bloodstains spread and the darkness round you grew
Did you feel the pain did you call the name of the man that you never knew

2. The Boys Of Barr Na Sraide,

Oh the towns it climbs the mountain and looks upon the sea At sleeping time or walking time its there I'd like to be To walk again those kindly streets the place where life began With those boys of Barr NA Sraide who hunted for the wren

With cudgels stout they roamed about to hunt for the dreolin We searched for birds form every furze form Litir to Dooneen We danced for joy beneath the sky life held no print or plan When the boys of Barr NA Sraide went hunting for the wren

But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way Deep in the heart of London town or over in Broadway And I left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can Those boys of Barr NA Sraide who hunted for the wren

And here's a health to them tonight wherever they may be By the groves of Carham river or the slopes of Bi NA Ti John Dalaig and Batt Andy and the Sheehans Con and Dan And the boys of Barr NA Sraide who hunted for the wren

When the wheel of life runs out and peace comes over me Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea I'll take my rest in those green fields the place where life began With those boys of Barr NA Sraide who hunted for the wren

3. Little Mother

Hey little mother whats in your bag Chocolates and sweets

Hey Mr. Postman whats in your bag A note from your beloved

Hey Mr. Tailor whats in your bag The finest wedding dress

Hey Mr. Harvester whats in your bag Solitude and death

4. Clyde's Bonnie Banks

By Clyde's Bonnie Banks as I sadly did wander Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh I spied a fair maiden all dressed in deep mourning She was weeping and wailing with many a sigh I stept up beside her and this I addressed her Pray tell me fair maid of your sorrow and pain Oh sobbing and sighing at last she did answer Johnny Murphy kind sir was my true lover's name

Twenty one years of age full of youth and good looking To work in the mines of high Blantyre he came The wedding was fixed all the guest were invited That calm summers evening my Johnny was slain The explosion was heard all the women and children With pale anxious faces they ran to the mine When the news was made known all the hills rang with mourning Three hundred and ten young miners were slain

Now husbands and wives and sweethearts and brothers That Blantyre explosion you'll never forget And all you young miners that hear my sad story Remember your comrades who lie at their rest.

5. Pretty Boy Floyd

Come gather round me people and a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well In the town of Shawnee all on a Saturday afternoon With his wife beside him in the truck as into the town he rode

There a deputy approached him in a manner very rude using vulgar language that his wife she overheard Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun In the fight that followed he laid the deputy down

He took to the woods and mountains and led a life of shame Pretty Boy found a welcome at many a poor farmers door He took to the woods and mountains and led a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

There is many starving farmer the same old story told How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and saved their little homes More speak about a strange man who came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill

In the town of Shawnee all on a Christmas day There came a car filled with groceries and a message that did say You say I am an outlaw you say I am a thief But here's a Christmas dinner for the children on relief

As round the world I travel I meet all kinds of men Some will rob you with a six gun some with a fountain pen But as round the world I travel and round the world I roam I've yet to see an outlaw drive a family form their home

6. Bogey's Bonnie Belle

As I went by Huntleigh town One evening for to fee I met with Bogey O' Cairnee And with him I did agree

To care for his two best horses Or cart or harrow or plough Or anything about farm work That I very well should know

Old Bogey had a daughter Her name was Isobel She's the lilly of the valley And the primrose of the dell And when she went out walking She took me for her guide Down by the Burn O'Cairnee To watch the small fish glide

And when three months was past and gone This girl she lost her bloom The red fell from her rosy cheeks And her eyes began to swoon

And when nine months were past and gone She bore to me a son And I was straight sent for To see what could be done

I said that I would marry her But that it would nae do You're no a match for my bonny wee girl And she's no match for you

Now she's married to a tinker lad That comes from Huntleigh town He sells pots and pans and paraffin lamps And scours the country round

Maybe she's had a better match Old Bogey can nae tell So fair well ye lads o Huntleigh town And to Bogey's bonnie belle

7. The Crack Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man

Well weren't we the rare oul stock Spent the evenin' gettin' locked Up in the Ace a Hearts Where the high stools ere engaging Over the Butt Bridge down by the dock The boat she sailed at five o' clock Hurry boys now said Whack Or before we're there we'll all be back Carry him if you can The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Before we reached the Alexander Base The ding dong we did surely raise In the bar of the ship we had great sport As the boat she sailed out of the port Landed up in The Douglas Head Enquired for a vacant bed The dining room we soon got shown By a decent woman up the road Lads ate it if you can The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Next morning we went for a ramble round Viewed the sights of Douglas Town Then we went for a mighty session In a pub they call Dick Darbies We must have been drunk by half past three To sober up we went swimmin' in the sea Back to the digs for the spruce up And while waitin' for the Rosie We all drew up our plan The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

That night we went to the Texas Bar Came back down by horse and car Met Big Jim and all went in To drink some wine in Yate's The Liverpool Judies it was said Were all to be found in the Douglas Head McShane was there in his suit and shirt Them foreign girls he was tryin' to flirt Sayin' here girls I'm your man The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Whacker fancied his good looks On an Isle of Man woman he was struck But a Liverpool lad was by her side And he throwin' the jar into her Whecker thought he'd take a chance He asked the quare one out to a dance Around the floor they stepped it out And to Whack it was no bother Everythin' was goin to plan The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

The Isle of Man women fancied Whack Your man stood there til his mated came back Whack! They all whacked into Whack And Whack was whacked out on his back The polis force arrived as well Banjoed a couple of them as well Landed up in Douglas Jail Until the Dublin boat did sail Deported every man The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

8. Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's hair

Black is the colour of my true love's hair her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day it soon would come When she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourne and weep Foe satisfied I ne'er can be I write her a letter just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times

9. One Last Cold Kiss

Two island swans, mated for life And his faithful heart would not consider any other wife Foe three years peaceful joy midst the rushes of the pond Proud and gentle was the loving of the last two island swans

Their love was like a circle, no beginning and no end With his lady by his side a treasure and best friend The pond was all so peaceful in the rising of the sun Young and free at the island breeze their life had just begun

'Til a dread day in November when the searing cold did start Stalked the hunter with his bow and put an arrow through her heart Husband come to my side let your feathers warm my pain For I feel I will not spend another day with you again

And the cold winds blow He was brave but he's laid low By her body in the isle of mist I saw him give her one last cold kiss, one last cold kiss

Of swans the people talk of only one in this days tide Through they brought him twenty ladies he would take no other bride They say he will not move from the place where she did fall Once so proud he's beaten now and he will not rise at all