Rose Rounds
Skye Boat Song
The Water is Wide
Scarborough Faire
Wild Mountain Thyme
The Black Bird
Sally Garden
She Moved Thro the Faire
Parting Glass
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose,
Shall I ever see the wed?
I will marry at my will sire
At my will
Hey ho, nobody’s home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none
Still I will be merry
Shalom chaverim, shalom chaverim
Shalom
Le hit ra ot , le hit ra ot
Shalom, shalom.
Ah poor bird,
Take thy flight
High above the shadows
Of this dark night
A soul a soul a soul cake
Please good missus a soul cake
An apple a pear a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul
Three for him who made us all
The road is very muddy my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven’t got a penny, a hapenny will do
If you haven’t got a hapenny then God bless you.
Chorus
Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to sky
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar
Thunderclouds rend the air
Baffled our foe, stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare
Chorus
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep
Ocean’s a royal bed
Rocked by the deep, Flora will keep
Watch o’er your weary head
Chorus
Many’s the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
Ere the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden’s field
Chorus
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scattered the loyal men
But ere the sword cools in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
Chorus
The Water is Wide – Traditional
The water is wide I cannot cross o’er
And neither have I the wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row my love and I
A ship there is and she sails the sea
She’s loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as this love I’m in
And I know not to sink or swim
I leaned my back ‘gainst some young oak
Thinking he was a trusty tree
But first he bent and then he broke
And thus did my true love to me
I put my hand into some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flower behind
Oh love is tender and love is kind
And love’s a jewel when first ‘tis new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like summers dew
(Alternate wedding verse by Tanya Brody)
Oh love is tender and love is kind
And love’s a jewel when first ‘tis new
May your love grow old and ne’er wax cold
But forever stay as love’s fond memories do
Scarborough Faire – Traditional
Are you going to Scarborough Faire
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne’re a drop of rainwater hath fell
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell her to dry it on yonder old thorn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
That ne’re has borne blossom since Adam was born
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea sand
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
Tell him to plow it with a ram’s horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And tie it all up with a robin’s feather
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
And when he’s done and finished his work
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tell him to come for his cambric shirt
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
Wild Moutain Thyme – Traditional
Oh the summer time is comin’
And the trees are sweetly bloomin’
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin’ heather
Chorus
Will ye go lassie go
And we’ll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin’ heather
Will ye go lassie go
I will build my love a bower
By yon pure and crystal fountain
And around it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Chorus
I will if my true love, he does fly
I will surely find another
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin’ heather
Chorus
I am a young sailor my story is sad
For once I was carefree and a brave sailor lad
I courted a lassie by night and by day
But now she has left me and sailed far away
Chorus
Oh if I were a black bird, could whistle and sing
I’d follow the vessel that my true love sails in
And in the top riggin’ I would there build my nest
And I’d flutter my wings o’er her lily white breast
Or if I were a scholar, could handle the pen
One secret love letter to my true love I’d send
I’d tell her my sorrow, my grief and my pain
Since she’s gone and left me in yon flowery glen
Chorus
I sailed o’er the ocean my fortune to seek
Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek
I returned and I told her my love was still warm
But she turned away lightly and great was her scorn
Chorus
I offered to take her to Donnybrook faire
And to buy her fine ribbons for to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her side
But she says in the morning, she sails with the tide
Chorus
My parents they chide me and will not agree
Saying me and my false love married should never be
But let them deprive me, let them do what they will
While there’s breath in my body, she’s the one I love still
Chorus
Sally Garden – William Butler Yeats
Down by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens
On little snow white feet
She bid me take life easy
As the leaves grow on the tree
But I being young and foolish
With her did not agree
In a field down by the river
My love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder
She placed her snow white hand
She bid me take love easy
As the grass grows on the weirs
But I being young and foolish
Now am full of tears
Down by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens
On little snow white feet
She bid me take life easy
As the leaves grow on the tree
But I being young and foolish
With her did not agree
She Moved Thro’ the Faire – Traditional
My young love said to me, “My mother won’t mind
And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kine”
And she stepped away from me and this she did say.
“It will not be long love, ‘til our wedding day”
She stepped away from me and she moved through the faire
And so fondly I watched her move here and move there
And she went away from me with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moved over the lake
The people were saying that no two were ere wed
But that one has a sorrow that never was said
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear
And that was the last that I saw of my dear
I dreamt it last night that my young love came in
So softly she entered that her feet made no din
She came close beside me and this she did say,
“It will not be long love, ‘til our wedding day”
Oh of all the money that ‘ere I had, I spent in good company
And all the harm that ere I done, alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit to memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass. Good night and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades ere I had, they were sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that ere I had, they wished me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.
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