1. Ó Dheara ‘Sheanduine - trad. Irish Gaelic; Arranged by RUNA Comhairle a fuaireasa amuigh ar an mbóthar
 Ó rógaire sagairt an seanduine a phósadh
 Ach ba chuma leis siúd ach go méadóinn a phóca
 Is go mbeinn fad a mhairfinn ag brath ar na comharsainn Curfá:
 Ó dheara 'sheanduine, leatsa ní gheobhadsa
 Ó dheara 'sheanduine, loscadh is dó ort
 Ó dheara 'sheanduine, leatsa ní gheobhadsa
 Is dá mbeinnse i mbéal dorais ná beirimse beo ort Chuasa go Corcaigh ag triall ar ghléas tórraimh
 Píopaí tobac agus cláracha comhrann
 Ar mo theacht dom abhaile go tinn tuirseach brónach
 Cá bhfaighinnse mo 'sheanduine ach ag róstadh muicfheola Má phósainn tú an seanduine, pósfaidh tú claidhaire
 Fágfaidh sé a bhalcaisí romhat ar a staighre
 A déanamh ar maidean beidh sé ag cnáimhseáil le claidhreacht
 Is siar sa tráthnóna beidh sé ag seinimt go meidhreach Phósas an seanduine, is orm bhí díchéille
 Dheineas an méid sin ar chomhairle mo ghaolta
 Chuas abhaile leis faraoir an scéal sin
 Is déiríos ar maidin is bfhearr liom an t-éag liom Ó dheara 'sheanduine, leatsa ní gheobhadsa
 Ó dheara 'sheanduine, loscadh is dó ort
 Ó dheara 'sheanduine, leatsa ní gheobhadsa
 Is cúpla Domhnach a chuirfidh fén bhfód thú Advice I received out on the road From a rogue of a priest to marry an old man But he cared for nothing save that I would increase his wealth And that I would be for my whole life dependent on the neighbors Chorus: O yerra, old man, being with you is not for me O yerra, old man, may you be scorched and burned O yerra, old man, being with you is not for me And if I were at the door I would catch you alive I went to Cork looking for the wherewithal for a wake Tobacco pipes and wood for a coffin On my return home, sick, tired and sad Where did I find my old man but roasting bacon If you marry an old man, you will marry a rogue Who will leave rags before you on the stairs In the morning he'll be complaining with roguery And in the evening he'll be merrily playing music I married an old man, I had no sense I did that on the advice of my relatives I went home with him, sad is the story And I got up in the morning preferring to be dead

Fare thee well, now, Indiana, your green land has been good to me. There I travelled, there I settled, there I raised up my family. But the cord has never severed, and the longing each day it has grown. So, tomorrow, I’ll be leaving for the land that I call my home. All my friends say that I’m crazy, going back to such poverty, America is, so they say now, the land of opportunity. But the shy hare runs so swiftly and the heron slowly flies. These are treasures from my homeland that all your money can never buy. As our ship lies in the harbour, I shall look back on your shore. And I’ll feel sadness that I’m leaving your green land forever more. But as our ship lies on the ocean and each day we are out on the sea. All the dreams I’ve had for years now, drawing nearer reality. Fare thee well, now, Indiana, your green land has been good to me. There I travelled, there I settled, there I raised up my family.

Hùg air a’ bhonaid mhòir, Celebrate the great bonnet! Cuiribh oirre ’s leigibh leatha; Add to it, leave it alone. Tuilleadh air a’ bhonaid eile, More on the other bonnet. Chan eil leth gu leòr oirre. There’s not half enough on it. Bhonaid a bh’ aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban’s bonnet Ann an Bothalam na tàmh, is to be found in Bothalam. Bha i uiread ris an spàrr, It was as high as the roof joist, B’ àird’ i na lòban. higher than the corn-stack frame. Ged tha mi gun rud agam, Although I’m empty-handed, Tha rud shios anns a’ charaidh; There’s something in the fish trap; Ged tha mi gun rud agam, Although I’m empty handed, Tha rud aig an fhaoileig. The seagull has a catch.

The fox went out on a chilly night,
 He prayed to the Moon to give him light,
 For he'd many a mile to go that night
 Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
 He had many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o. He ran till he came to a great big bin Where the ducks and the geese were kept therein.
 He said, "A couple of you will grease my chin
 Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o, A couple of you will grease my chin
before I leave this town-o." He grabbed the grey goose by the neck He threw the duck across his back;
 And he didn't mind their quack, quack, quack, And their legs all a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
 Oh, he didn't mind their quack, quack, quack,
and their legs all a-dangling down-o. The old grey woman jumped out of bed; Out of the window she popped her head, Crying, "John, John! The grey goose is gone
 And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!" “John, John, the grey goose is gone
and the fox is on the town-o!" He ran till he came to his nice, warm den; There were the little ones eight, nine, ten. Saying, "Daddy, daddy, better go back again, For it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!" "Daddy, better go back again,
for it must be a mighty fine town-o." The fox and his wife without any strife They cut up the goose with a fork and knife. And they never had such a supper in their life
 And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
 Oh, they never had such a supper in their life
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

M'en va t'à la fontaine pour y pêcher du poisson, la Ziguezon zinzon
 M'en va t'à la fontaine pour y pêcher du poisson, la Ziguezon zinzon
 La fontaine est profonde, je m'suis coulé au fond, la Ziguezon zinzon Chorus: Fille en haut, fille en bas, fille, fille, fille, femme
 Femme, femme, femme aussi pis la bottine-tine-tine, ah rigolait ha-ha! Son p'tit porte-clé tout rouillé, tout rouillé
 Son p'tit porte-clé tout rouillé gaiement
 Son p'tit porte-clé tout rouillé, tout rouillé
 Son p'tit porte-clé tout rouillé gaiement La fontaine est profonde, je m'suis coulé au fond, la Ziguezon zinzon
 La fontaine est profonde, je m'suis coulé au fond, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Que m'donneriez-vous belle si j'vous tirais du fond? La Ziguezon zinzon Que m'donneriez-vous belle si j'vous tirais du fond? La Ziguezon zinzon
Que m'donneriez-vous belle si j'vous tirais du fond? La Ziguezon zinzon
 Tirez, tirez dit-elle, après ça nous verrons, la Ziguezon zinzon Tirez, tirez dit-elle, après ça nous verrons, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Tirez, tirez dit-elle, après ça nous verrons, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Quand la belle fut à terre, se sauve à la maison, la Ziguezon zinzon Quand la belle fut à terre, se sauve à la maison, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Quand la belle fut à terre, se sauve à la maison, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Mon petit cœur en gage n'est pas pour un baron, la Ziguezon zinzon Mon petit cœur en gage n'est pas pour un baron, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Mon petit cœur en gage n'est pas pour un baron, la Ziguezon zinzon
 Mais pour un homme de guerre qui a du poil au menton, la Ziguezon zinzon I go to the fountain to catch some fish La ziguezon-zin-zon The fountain is deep, I sank to the bottom La ziguezon-zin-zon Chorus: Girl at the top, girl at the bottom, girl, woman, too! Then the boot, then the joke – ha! ha! Her little key-chain rusted merrily The fountain is deep, I sank to the bottom La ziguezon-zin-zon This way passes three baron knights La ziguezon-zin-zon What will you give me if I pull you out? La ziguezon-zin-zon Pull, pull, she says. After that, we shall see La ziguezon-zin-zon Pull, pull, she says. After that, we shall see La ziguezon-zin-zon When the beauty reached the ground, she fled to her home La ziguezon-zin-zon When she reached the ground, she fled to her home La ziguezon-zin-zon She sat at her window and wrote a song La ziguezon-zin-zon My little heart is engaged, it is not for a baron La ziguezon-zin-zon But for a man of war, who has hair on his chin La ziguezon-zin-zon

Oh mirk, mirk is this midnight hour And loud the tempest's roar A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower Lord Gregory, ope' thy door An exile frae her faither's ha' And a' for loving thee At least some pity on me shaw If love it may na be Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove By bonnie Irwine side Where first I own'd that virgin love I lang, lang had denied How aften didst thou pledge and vow Thou wad for aye be mine And my fond heart, itsel' sae true It ne'er mistrusted thine Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory And flinty is thy breast Thou bolt of heaven that flashest by Oh wilt thou bring me rest Ye mustering thunders from above Thy willing victim see But spare and pardon my fause love His wrangs to heaven and me

Westward from the Davis Strait ’tis there ’twas said to lie The sea route to the Orient for which so many died; Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones, And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones. Chorus: Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea; Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage And make a Northwest Passage to the sea. Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland. In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his “sea of flowers” began. Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again, This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain. And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest, Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me To race the roaring Fraser to the sea. How then am I so different from the first men through this way? Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away. To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men, To find there but the road back home again.

In the deepest, darkest hour Where the strongest soul will cower And it feels like it's so long 'til morning I know your weary head needs rest And we both know you've done your best So I'll hold your hand Until the day comes dawning I know the world's been cruel of late And your heart can't bear the weight And it feels like it's so long 'til morning But together we are bound So I will keep you safe and sound And I'll hold your hand Until the day comes dawning Chorus: Don't worry, let the night go drifting by And tomorrow, you can fly When there's stillness all around And your heart's a deafening sound And it feels like it's so long 'til morning I will stay with you, old friend So you can heal and you can mend And I'll hold your hand Until the day comes dawning Don't worry, let the night go drifting by And tomorrow, you can fly Now it's time to make your peace Into the night your fears release And it feels like it's so long 'til morning And we will claim the night for ours And we won't see the dark for stars And I'll hold your hand Until the day comes dawning Don't worry, let the night go drifting by And tomorrow, you will fly And tomorrow, you will fly

‘R an dtaobh thall den mbogha-sín glé-gheal Thuas chomh hard Tá tír rúndiamhrach ar m-eolas ‘Chuala i suantraí tráth Ar an dtaobh thiar den mbogha-sín niamhrach Spéir-ghorm chiúin Aisling a leois a fhíorú ‘Cinnte go dtagaid chughainn Oh gairim ort a réiltín ghil Na scamaill seo a chur I bhfad laistiar díom Mar a gcloítear buairt a tsaoil I bhfad os cionn na siminé Is ann a gheobhair mé Ar an dtaobh thall den mbogha-sín glé-gheal Lon-gorm binn ‘Níní thuas thar an mbogha-sín (Narbh) aoibhinn dá m’ise í Mar ‘eitlíonn lon-gorm sona séan Laistiar den mbogha-sín, (D’é’n) fáth nach bhféadfainns’ é Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why, then, oh, why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why, oh, why can't I?