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HILL OF THIEVES
Release Date: 
2009

  • Lyrics:
    For too long now I've been a stranger here
    To the hills above Glenshane
    And your rocks and your rain
    Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
    In the wind they sing "Come away, come away"

    To the murmuring stream with the town below
    And the babbling swell of the winding Roe
    And you still might hear the great O'Cahan Clan
    "Come away", they say "to the Benedy Glen".

    Where the Hound of the Plain has walked this land
    And the loneliest mile, with a sword in his hand
    And his blood runs still, in every stream and glen
    And his home can be seen from the Hill Of The Thieves

    For too long now I've been a stranger here
    To the hills above Glenshane
    And your rocks and your rain
    Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
    In the wind they sing "Come away, come away"

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    The high, high walls of Derry look so dismal and grey,
    And so does lovely Johnny, he is gone far, far away,
    And He's gone away to Scotland some sweetheart for to see.
    May the high powers above send him safe home to me.

    Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny, do you mind the day
    When you came to my window to steal me away?
    You promised that you'd marry me above all female kind.
    Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?

    Well the first time that I met you, 'tis well I do own,
    'Twas in my father's garden in the County Tyrone,
    With my white apron round us, to shield out the wind.
    Oh, Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?

    And the next place we courted, was in yonder green grove,
    Where the blackberry bushes around us they stood,
    Where the oak and the apple around us did twine,
    Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, what has altered your mind?

    A bunch of blue ribbons I will tie up and wear,
    And a wreath of forget-me-nots I will twine round my hair.
    And if ever he returns again, I will greet him with joy,
    And I will kiss the lips of my own Johnny boy.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Of all the money that e'er I had, I spent it in good company.
    And of all the harm that e'er I've 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. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

    Of all the comrades that e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away,
    And all the sweethearts that e'er I had, they would wish 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 I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!"

    A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain
    A man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again
    But since it has so ordered been by a time to rise and a time to fall
    Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all
    Come fill to me the parting glass, good night and joy be with you all

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
    As valliant a man had ever left home
    Well he had been much reduced and caused great confusion,
    And that was the reason he started to roam

    In Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble
    And weary of travelling, he had sat down to rest
    By the foot of yon mountain by a clear, crystal fountain
    With bread and cold water he himself did refresh

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
    When the night fast approaching to the woods he resorted
    With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make
    But he dreamt about sighing lamenting and crying
    Go home to your family and rambling forsake

    'Twas the fifth day of November, I have reason to remember
    When first he arrived home to his family and his friends
    They did stand so astounded, confused and dumbfounded
    To see such a stranger once more in their sight

    His children came around him with their verses and stories
    Their verses and stories to drive care away
    Well he's as happy as those who have thousands of riches
    Contented he'll remain and not ramble away

    This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
    As valliant a man had ever left home
    Well he had been much reduced and caused great confusion,
    And that was the reason he started to roam
  • Lyrics:
    False, false have you been to me my love*
    How often have you changed your mind?
    But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one,
    I'm afraid you are no more mine

    But I would climb a tree that is too high for me
    Asking fruit where there weren't any growing
    I was lifting warm water from beneath the cold clay
    And against the stream I was rowing

    False, false have you been to me my love
    How often have you changed your mind?
    But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one,
    I'm afraid you are no more mine

    Ah but I would climb a tree that is too high for me
    And I'll herry a wild snowflake's nest
    And down I will fall without any fear
    To the arms that love me the best

    False, false have you been to me my love
    How often have you changed your mind?
    But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one,
    I'm afraid you are no more mine

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    You maidens now pity this sorrowful moan I make
    I am a yong maiden in grief for my darling sake
    My true lovers absence in sorrow I grieve full sore
    And each day I lament for my Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

    Now these twelve months and better my darling
    has left these shores

    And he'll never return till he travels the wide world o'er
    And when he comes back he'll have silver and gold in store
    He's the truest of lovers my Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

    My father and mother they never will give my head peace
    Since my true love has left me to sail o'er the stormy seas
    They would give me a aweetheart with money and
    flocks and more
    But my heart o'er the ocean with Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

    I will go to the wild woods and stay there the rest of my days
    Where no living mortal will suffer my soul to tease
    And amongst the wild rowans with red berries all drooping o'er
    And I'll wait for my true love, Yeh, I'll wait for my true love
    I'll wait for my true love my Jimmy Mó Mhíle Stór

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    My young love said to me 'My mother won't mind
    And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind'
    And she stepped away from me and this she did say,
    'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day'

    She stepped away from me, and she went through the fair.
    And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
    And then she went homeward with one star awake,
    As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

    The people were saying, 'no two e'er were wed'
    But one had a sorrow that never was said
    And I smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear,
    And that was the last that I saw of my dear.

    Last night she came to me, my true love came in,
    And she came in so easy her feet made no din.
    As she laid her hands on me and this she did say
    'It will not be long love, 'till our wedding day'

    No, it won't be long my love.

    Padraic Colum
  • Lyrics:
    As I went out on a bright morning
    to take a pleasant walk.
    I sat down beside an old stone wall
    just to hear two lovers talk
    For to hear two lovers talk, my love
    To hear what thay might say.
    So I might learn a little more, love
    before I go away.

    P stands for Paddy, I suppose.


    J for my love John.
    W stands for false William O
    But Johnny is the fairest man.
    "Johnny is the fairest man," she said
    "Johnny is the fairest man.
    I don't care what anybody says
    for Johnny is the fairest man."

    Well come on sit beside me, love
    Beside me on the green
    It's a long three quarters of a year or more
    Since together we have been
    Since together we have been, my dear
    Together we have been
    It's a long three quarters of a year or more
    since together we have been

    Oh I'll not sit beside you, love
    Now or any other time
    For I hear you love another little lass
    and your heart's no longer mine.
    "And your heart's no longer mine" she said,
    "Your heart's no longer mine.
    I don't cara what anybody says
    Your heart's no longer mine."

    So I will climb a high, high tree,
    And rob the wild Bird's nest.
    Back I'll bring what I find there
    To the girl I love the best
    "To the girl I love the best," he said
    "The girl I love best
    Back I'll bring what I find there
    To the girl I love the best."

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman / Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    As I roved out one evening fair
    By the verdant braes of Skreen.
    I set my back to a hawthorn tree
    To view the sun in the west country,
    And the dew on the forest green.

    A lad I spied by Abhann's side
    And a maiden by his knee.
    And he was as dark as the very brown wood
    And she all whey and wan to see,
    All whey and wan was she.

    "Oh sit you down on the grass," he said.
    "On the dewy grass so green
    For the wee birds all have come and gone
    Since I my true love have seen," he said.
    "Since I my true love have seen"

    "Then I'll not sit on the grass," she said
    "Nor be a love of thine
    For I hear you love a Connaught girl
    And your heart's no longer mine," she said
    "And your heart's no longer mine."

    "But I will climb a high, high tree
    And I'll rob a wild bird's nest
    And back I'll bring what I find there
    To the arms that I love best," she said
    "To the arms that I love best."

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    One bright summer morning as day was a dawning
    Bright Phoebus had risen shone over the lea
    I spied a fair maiden all down by the river
    While herding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee

    I stood in amazement, said I, "Pretty fair maid
    If you will come down to James Town with me
    There's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle
    There's ne'er been a lady dressed grander than thee"

    "A coach and six horses to go at your bidding
    And all men that speak shall say "ma'am unto thee"
    Fine servants to serve you and go at your bidding
    I'll make you my bride, my sweet lass of Glenshee"

    "Oh what do I care for your castles and coaches?
    And what do I care for your gay grandeury?
    I'd rather be home at my cot, at my spinning
    Or herding my flocks on the hills of Glenshee"

    "Away with such nonsense and get up beside me
    When summer has come my sweet bride you will be
    And then in my arms I will gently caress thee"
    'Twas then she consented, I took her with me

    Many years have rolled on since we were united
    There's many's a change, but there's no change on me
    And my love, she's as fair as that morn on the mountain
    I plucked me a wild rose

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Fil, fil a rún ó
    Fil a rún ó is nó himigh uaim
    Fillorm a chuisle's a stór
    Agus chifidh tú'n ghlóir má fhillean tú

    Shiuil mise thall is abhus
    I múta ghrainn' óige do rudagh mé
    'S ni fhaca aon iontas go fóll
    Mar an sagart Ó Dónaill ná mhinistir

    Fil, fil a rún ó
    Fil a rún ó is nó himigh uaim
    Fillorm a chuisle's a stór
    Agus chifidh tú'n ghlóir má fhillean tú

    ltaigh tú Peadar is Pól
    Mar gheall ar an ór's ar an airgead
    Dhiúltaigh tú banrion na glóire
    Agus d'iompaigh tú gcóta 'n mhinistir

    Fil, fil a rún ó
    Fil a rún ó is nó himigh uaim
    Má thillean tú innui nó go deo
    Fil insan ord 'nar oileadh tú

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
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