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Kinnia

by Kinnia

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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Chorus: Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy (Chorus) I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter (Chorus) 'twas early in the morning, just before I rose to travel Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken (Chorus) Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling but I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early (Chorus) If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in Kilkenny And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny (Chorus)
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Raglan Road 05:15
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue I saw the danger and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said let grief be a fallen leaf At the dawning of the day On Grafton Street in November We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worth of passion's pledge The Queen of Hearts still making tarts And I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such Is happiness thrown away I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret signs That's known to the artists who have known The true gods of sound and stone And word and tint I did not stint I gave her poems to say With her own name there And her own dark hair Like clouds over fields of May On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should A creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
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God rest ye merry, gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember, Christ, our Saviour Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel, This blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy From God our Heavenly Father A blessed Angel came; And unto certain Shepherds Brought tidings of the same: How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by Name. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy "Fear not then," said the Angel, "Let nothing you affright, This day is born a Saviour Of a pure Virgin bright, To free all those who trust in Him From Satan's power and might." O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding In tempest, storm and wind: And went to Bethlehem straightway The Son of God to find. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy And when they came to Bethlehem Where our dear Saviour lay, They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay; His Mother Mary kneeling down, Unto the Lord did pray. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holy tide of Christmas All other doth deface. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy
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Mrs Mc Grath 04:23
"Mrs McGraw," the seargent said, "would you like a soldier Of your son, Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat, Mrs Mcgraw wouldn't you like that? " With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay Mrs Mcgraw lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship come into the bay With her son from far away. Oh Captain dear where have you been You been sailing the mediterranean Have you news of my son Ted Is he living or is he dead? With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay Up came Ted without any legs And in their place two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two And said my God Ted is it you? Now were you drunk or were you blind When you left your two fine legs behind? Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away? With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannon ball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away. Oh Teddy boy they will all cry Your two fine legs were your mother's pride Stumps made of tree won't do at all Why didn't you run from the cannonball? With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay All foreign wars, I do proclaim There only blood and a mother's pain And I'd rather have my son as he used to be Then the King of America and his whole Navy. With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay
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Recorded, mixed and mastered at Evilstudios, Madrid by Jorge Escudero.

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released September 15, 2015

Jezabel Martinez (violin)
Nico Carpentieri (vocals, guitar, mandolin)
Jorge Escudero (guitar)

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Kinnia Madrid, Spain

Kinnia is a folk band based in Madrid, Spain. Our first album is a dialogue between celtic music and mediterranean culture.
Kinnia are Jezabel Martinez (violin), Jorge Escudero (Guitar), Jose Luis Frias (flute), Pablo Merchante (Vocals) and Bardo Malkavian (Percussion)
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