1.   Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye – 4:29                                                                   

     2.   Follow Me Up to Carlow – 4:07                                                          8.   The Kerry Recruit  - 4:47 

     3.   Rakes Set  – 5:58                                                                                9.   The Banks o’ Doon 3:11

     4.   Four Green Fields 5:37                                                                     10.   Bonnie Laddie, Ye Gang By Me – 3:11 

     5.   The Sad Courting (The Suffolk Miracle, Child 272) – 3:31      11.   Sí Beag  set - 10.11 

     6.   Star of the County Down – 6:25                                                       12.   Kilkelly (Cill Cheallaigh) 7:50 

     7.    I am a Maid – 5:25                                                                             13.   Hector the Hero – 1:51 

Chorus:  With your drums and guns and guns and drums, Huroo, Hurroo,
With your drums and guns and guns and drums, Huroo, Hurroo,
With your drums and guns and guns and drums, the enemy nearly slew you.

Where are the eyes that looked so mild, Hurroo, Hurroo,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, Hurroo, Hurroo,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, When my poor heart you first beguiled? 
Oh why did you run from me and the child, Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.   chorus

Where are the legs that used to run, Hurroo, Hurroo,
Where are the legs that used to run, Hurroo, Hurroo,
Where are the legs that used to run,
When first you went to carry a gun?
Indeed your dancing days are done,
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.     chorus

Long time ago said the fine old woman,
There was war and death, plundering and pillage.
My children starved in mountain, valley and sea,
And their wailing cries they shook the very heavens.
My four green fields ran red with their blood said she.

What have I now said the fine old woman,
What have I now, this proud old woman did say.
I have four green fields and one of them’s in bondage,
In stranger’s hands who tried to take it from me.
But my sons have sons as brave as were their fathers,
My four green fields will bloom once again said she. 

Sing lady, lady, lady fair,
Many’s the suitor had she there;
A widow's son of low degree,
Among them all she fancied he.

Sing courtin’, courtin’, courtin’ cane,
There's many a courtship all in vain,
For when her father came to know,
He sent her far, O far from home.

One night as she were lying down,
The quiet loosening of her gown;
She heard a low and a deathly sound,
Says, "Loose my bonds, I'm earthly bound,"

She looked out of her window clear,
She saw her love on her father's mare;
Here's your mother's cloak, here's you father's roan
I've come, dear love, for to take you home.

He's mounted up, she's on behind,
And they rode on with contented mind;
But all along complaint he make,
"Love, O love, my head do ache."

Her handkerchief from her neck a-round,
She bound it round his head a-round;
He set her down at her father's door,
Then her true love she saw no more.

“Awake, awake, awake!" cried she,
"Is there no-one here for to welcome me?"
"You're welcome home, dear child," said he,
But what trusty friend did come for thee?'

"Did you not send one I do adore,
That love so dear, but must love no more?"
Her father frowned, and he shook his head,
Says, "Your true love been one year dead."

He’s summoned clerk and clergy too,
That grave was opened and him to view,
And though he had been a twelvemonth dead,
Her handkerchief was wound round his head.

So a warning to you old folks still:
Don't hinder young ones from their will.
The first they love they'll never forget,
Though he be dead, she'll love him yet.

Chorus: 
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town, 
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen, 
that I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, I shook my head, And I looked with a felling rare,
And I said, “Say I,” to a passer by, “Who’s the maid with the nut-brown hair?”
Oh, he smiled at me and with pride said he, “That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown. 
She’s young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann, She’s the Star of the County Down.  Chorus
I’ve traveled a bit, but I never was hit, Since myroving career began;
But fair and square I surrendered there To the charms of young Rosie McCann. 
I’d a heart to let and not tenant yet Did I meet in a shawl or gown.
But in she went, and I asked no rent From the Star of the County Down.   Chorus

At the crossroads fair, She will be there,
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shined bright, and my hat set right,
Win the heart of the nut-brown Rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke, 
though my plows turns a rust-colored brown,
‘Til the smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down   chorus

8.   The Kerry Recruit  - Lyrics to be added, check back later.
At the age of nineteen, I was ploughin' the land
With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand.
Says I to meself, "What a pity to see
Such a fine Kerry lad diggin' spuds in Tralee."

Chorus:
To me Kerry-I-Ah, fa lal deral lay,
Kerry-I-Ah, fa lal deral lay.

So I buttered me brogues and shook hands with me spade
And went off to the fair like a dashing young blade.
A sergeant come up and said "Would ye enlist?"
"Sure, sergeant," says I, "Slip the bob in me fist".

Then up came a captain, a man of great fame,
Who straightways enquires me country and name;
Well, I told him before as I'd tell him again
That me father and mother were two Kerrymen.

Well the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
With a lump of black leather to tie 'round me throat.
The next thing they gave me --- I said "What is that?"
"Sure, man, a cockade for to stick in yer hat!"

The next thing they gave me, they called it a gun,
So under the trigger I settled me thumb.
The gun it belched fire, and vomited smoke
And gave me poor shoulder the Divil's own stroke.

The next place they took us was down to the sea,
Aboard a great ship, bound for the Crimee,
With three sticks in the middle, all covered with sheet
She walked on the water without any feet.

We reached Balaclava all safe and all sound,
And tired and weary we lay on the ground.
Next morning at daybreak a bugle did call,
And served us a breakfast of powder and ball.

We whipped them at Alma and at Inkerman
But the Rooshians they foiled us at the Redan.
While scaling a rampart meself lost an eye
And a great Russian bullet ran away with me thigh.

But a surgeon come up and he soon stops the blood,
And he made me an iligant leg made of wood;
And they made me a pension of tenpence a day
And contented on shiela I live on half-pay

Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
And my fause Luver staw my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

Aft hae I rov’d by Bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird san o’ its Luve,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine;
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree!
And may fause Luver staw my rose,
But ah! He left the thorn wi’ me.

Oh whit hae I said, love, and whit hae I done,
Whit objections tae me hae ye found?
Or hae ye gane a-courting another pretty maid--
Is that the reason, laddie, ye gang by me?

Oh naething hae ye said, lass, and naething hae ye done,
Nae objection tae ye hae I found,
But I hae gane a-courting another pretty maid,
Aye, and that's the reason, lassie, I gang by ye.

Oh ye micht hae courted six and ye micht hae courted seven,
Ye micht hae courted eight, nine, ten and eleven,
Ye micht hae courted dozen, ower and ower again,
But been kinder tae yer old love for a' that.

Oh the hills they are high and the leaves they are green,
Many is the happy nicht that ye and I hae seen,
But there's another lassie a-dancing in my sheen,
And sae neatly, bonnie laddie, ye gang by me.

Oh the hills they are high but the leaves are nae rotten,
Although my love has left me I'm no' heartbroken,
For I'll court anither lad, aye, and you'll soon be forgotten,
Then sae neatly, bonnie laddie, I'll gang by ye.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70, my dear and loving son John,
Hello to your Mrs. and to your 4 children,
May they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I guess that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn.
And Brigid is happy you named a child for her
Although she's got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don't say
What kind or when you will be coming home.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80, dear Michael and John, sons,
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news
That your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
Your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don't have to worry; she died very quickly,
Remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning,
With money he's sure to buy land,
For the crop has been poor and the people are selling--
Any price that they can.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90, my dear and loving son John,
I guess that I must be close on to eighty,
It's thirty years since you're gone.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house,
And Brigid's daughters have grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
They're lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
What joy to see you again!

Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92, my dear brother John,
I'm sorry that I didn't write sooner to tell you 
That father passed on.
He was living with Brigid; she says he was cheerful
And healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
the grandchildren Of Pat McNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother,
Down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
Considering his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept talking about you,
Calling for you in the end.
Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit?
We'd all love to see you again.