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Nifty Nineties ("Father, Dear, Father") In this scene, Mickey and Minnie are watching "Father, Dear, Father" before Fred and Ward perform. The slideshow causes Minnie to cry her eyes out. Get your hankies, ladies. 'Cause you might end up crying, too. Tags: Disney Mickey Minnie Mouse Nifty Nineties Father-Dear-Father |
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TV intros 70s 80s & 90s part 6 Part six Other series in my vault are... STRANGERS BULMAN MURDER CITY TAGGART Q.E.D STAY LUCKY DOCTOR WHO STREET HAWK AUTOMAN THE MAGICIAN CLUEDO TUCKERS LUCK EDGAR WALLACE MYSTERYS THE SAINT simon dutton ANNA LEE BOON HARRY SPENDER SHINE ON HARVEY MOON LORD PETER WIMSEY RUTH RENDELL MYSTERYS ROSE & MALONEY SHOESTRING REMINGTON STEELE MATT HOUSTON SPECIAL UNIT 2 TREMORS SERIES THE FLASH THE BRIEF WALKER,TEXAS RANGER HAZELL COASTING BIRDS OF A FEATHER DONT WAIT UP BRUSH STROKES RUSS ABBOTT MAY TO DECEMBER ME AND MY GIRL GET SOME IN FOR THE LOVE OF ADA SLINGERS DAY TRIPPERS DAY THE UPCHAT LINE TAKE A LETTER MR JONES THATS MY BOY WATCHING HOME JAMES NEVER THE TWAIN HAPPY DAYS MORK & MINDY WHO,S THE BOSS HI DE HI DEAR JOHN UP THE ELEPHANT IN LOVING MEMORY FATHER DEAR FATHER ONLY WHEN I LAUGH TIME AFTER TIME THIS WAY UP BRIAN CONLEY SHOW ROBINS NEST Tags: tv |
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Loreena McKennitt - Kellswater Track 06 on the album "Elemental" Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater Where you get all the pleasures of life Where you get all the fishing and fowling And a bonny wee lass for your wife. Oh it's down where yon waters run muddy I'm afraid they will never run clear And it's when I begin for to study My mind is on him that's not here. And it's this one and that one may court him But if any one gets him but me It's early and late I will curse them The parting lovely Willie from me. Oh a father he calls on his daughter Two choices I'll give unto thee Would you rather see Willie's ship a-sailing See him hung like a dog from yonder tree. Oh father, dear father, I love him I can no longer hide it from thee Through an acre of fire I would travel Along with lovely Willie to be. Oh hard was the heartbreak I'm finding She took from her full heart's delight May the chains of old Ireland come find them And softly their pillows at night. Oh yonder there's a ship on the ocean And she does not know which way to steer From the east and the west she's a-blowing She reminds me of the charms of my dear. Oh it's yonder my Willie will be coming He said he'd be here in the spring And it's down by yon green shades I'll meet him And among wild roses we'll sing. For a gold ring he placed on my finger Saying love bear this in your mind If ever I sail from old Ireland You'll mind I'll not leave you behind. Farewell to you bonny Kellswater Where you get all the pleasures of life Where you get all the fishing and fowling And a bonny wee lass for your wife. Tags: world music Loreena McKennitt elemental |
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Mike Oldfield (Tubular Bells) This song is for all lovers in the world but specialy for my father. Dear father ! You know that I Love You very much. Tags: personals video blog wisdom |
User: DarkCrysania |
The Chieftains & Alison Krauss - Molly Ban (Live) Videoclip de The Chieftains & Alison Krauss, espero que os guste ^^ I hope you like it ^^ Letra: Come all ye young fellas That handle a gun Beware of night rambling By the setting of the sun And beware of an accident That happened of late To young Molly Ban And sad was her fate She was going to her uncles When a shower came on She went under a green bush The shower to shun Her white apron wrapped around her He took her for a swan But a hush and sigh Was his own Molly Ban He quickly ran to her And found she was dead And there on her bosom Where he soaked, tears he shed He ran home to his father With his gun in his hand Saying "Father dear father I have shot Molly Ban" Her white apron wrapped around her He took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh 'Twas his own Molly Ban He roamed near the place Where his true love was slain He wept bitter tears But his cries were in vain As he look on the lake A swan glided by And the sun slowly sank In the gray up sky Tags: Celtic The Chieftains Alison Krauss Molly Ban |
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Bonny Boy (The Trees They Do Grow High) Songs starts at 0:40. I´m a lot into Irish music lately so I decided to share a beautiful song with you. It is a cover of Martin Carthy´s version of "The Trees They Do Grow High", a traditional scottish (not irish... sorry) folk song. Please leave a feedback if you like. I would appreciate it a lot! P.S. To all students of the English language out there... don´t EVER write things the way I say them- I´m just a student myself! ;-) Lyrics: All the trees they do grow high And the leaves they do grow green. And many cold winter nights my love and I have seen. On a cold winter´s night my love and I alone have been Oh my Bonny Boy is young but he´s growing. Growing, growing, oh my Bonny Boy is young but he´s growing. Oh father, dear father, you´ve done to me much harm. Fo to go and get me married to one who is so young. For he is only sixteen years and I am twenty one. Oh, my Bonny Boy is young, but he´s growing. Growing,... Oh daughter, dear daughter, I´ll tell you what I´ll do. I´ll send your love to college for another year or two. And all around the college cap I´ll tie a ribbon blue For to let the ladies know that he´s married. Married,... Now at the ag of sixteen he was a married man. And at ther age of seventeen a father to a son. And at the age of eighteen the grass grew over him, Cruel death soon put and end to his growing. Growing,... Oh now my love is dead and in his grave doth lie. The green grass grows over him so very very high. I´ll sit here and moarn his death until the day I die, And I´ll watch over his child while he´s growing. Growing,... Tags: Irish all he trees they do grow high martin carthy goodbetterpetra folk traditional mary black |
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Molly Bawn Come all ye young fellows that handle a gun Beware of night rambling by the setting of the sun And beware of an accident that happened of late To young Molly Bawn and sad was her fate She was going to her uncle's when a shower came on She went under a green bush the shower to shun Her white apron wrapped around her, he took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh, t'was his own Molly Bawn He quickly ran to her and found she was dead And there on her bosom many salt tears he shed He ran home to his father with his gun in his hand Saying father, dear father, I have shot Molly Bawn Her white apron wrapped around her he took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh, t'was his own Molly Bawn He roamed near the place where his true love she was slain He wept bitter tears, but his cries were in vain As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by And the sun slowly sank in the grey old sky You can listen to this being sung by Alison Krauss here : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOpY0wQdJ5w Here is something I found on mudcat.org about the song. This was submitted by Malcolm Douglas A.L.Lloyd has a good bit to say about it in Folksong in England; some of his ideas may be a little fanciful (to say the least), but they are still interesting. Here is a (shortened) version: "[A song] despised by Jamieson (who thought it 'one of the very lowest descriptions of vulgar modern English ballads') and rejected by Child but still much loved by singers in Ireland and the eastern counties of England...[synopsis omitted].It seems clear enough that the story is a come-down relic of the same myth that, long before Ovid's time, became attached to the figures of Cephalus and Procris. Procris, an enthusiastic huntress, had a dog that never failed to catch its quarry and a dart that never missed its mark (she obtained them both from Minos in return for bed-favours). She gave both dog and dart to her husband Cephalus. He went out hunting in the dusk, and Procris, suspecting that he was visiting a mistress, put on a camouflage robe and stole out after him. As she hid in a thicket, the dog detected her, and Cephalus, mistaking her for a deer, cast his unerring dart and killed her. He was banished for her murder and haunted by her ghost. Several commentators...have identified the girl under the apron as a descendant either of a swan maiden or an enchanted doe...in any case the magical maiden who is a woman by day and a beast by night, and fatally hunted by her brother as like as not, is as familiar a figure in folklore as the swans and other birds flying by night, who are thought to be souls in bird form. So the modern-seeming ballad of Molly-Polly Bawn-Vaughan, that Jamieson thought so paltry, in fact reaches far back beyond the time of classical mythology. The song that the experienced Irish folk song collector, Patrick Joyce, thought 'obviously commemorates a tragedy in real life' turns out to be connected with the fantasies of primitive hunting societies...." Tags: Irish folk Death Dying Transit Waking State Nortonstr33t E.J.Gold Rare Tin Whistle The Chieftains Allison Krauss Jealousy Suspicion Trust Distrust |
User: cushing007 |
Jimmy Nail SPENDER intro The first couple of minutes of the first ever episode. Other stuff i have is... BIRDS OF A FEATHER DONT WAIT UP BRUSH STROKES RUSS ABBOTT MAY TO DECEMBER ME AND MY GIRL GET SOME IN FOR THE LOVE OF ADA SLINGERS DAY TRIPPERS DAY THE UPCHAT LINE TAKE A LETTER MR JONES THATS MY BOY WATCHING HOME JAMES NEVER THE TWAIN HAPPY DAYS MORK & MINDY WHO,S THE BOSS HI DE HI DEAR JOHN UP THE ELEPHANT IN LOVING MEMORY FATHER DEAR FATHER ONLY WHEN I LAUGH TIME AFTER TIME THIS WAY UP BRIAN CONLEY SHOW ROBINS NEST Tags: tv |
User: cushing007 |
Russ Abbott madhouse More comic gems Other series in my vault are... STRANGERS BULMAN MURDER CITY TAGGART Q.E.D STAY LUCKY DOCTOR WHO STREET HAWK AUTOMAN THE MAGICIAN CLUEDO TUCKERS LUCK EDGAR WALLACE MYSTERYS THE SAINT simon dutton ANNA LEE BOON HARRY SPENDER SHINE ON HARVEY MOON LORD PETER WIMSEY RUTH RENDELL MYSTERYS ROSE & MALONEY SHOESTRING REMINGTON STEELE MATT HOUSTON SPECIAL UNIT 2 TREMORS SERIES THE FLASH THE BRIEF WALKER,TEXAS RANGER HAZELL COASTING BIRDS OF A FEATHER DONT WAIT UP BRUSH STROKES RUSS ABBOTT MAY TO DECEMBER ME AND MY GIRL GET SOME IN FOR THE LOVE OF ADA SLINGERS DAY TRIPPERS DAY THE UPCHAT LINE TAKE A LETTER MR JONES THATS MY BOY WATCHING HOME JAMES NEVER THE TWAIN HAPPY DAYS MORK & MINDY WHO,S THE BOSS HI DE HI DEAR JOHN UP THE ELEPHANT IN LOVING MEMORY FATHER DEAR FATHER ONLY WHEN I LAUGH TIME AFTER TIME THIS WAY UP BRIAN CONLEY SHOW ROBINS NEST Tags: tv |
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Molly Bawn Molly Bawn Come all ye young fellows that handle a gun Beware of night rambling by the setting of the sun And beware of an accident that happened of late To young Molly Bawn and sad was her fate She was going to her uncle's when a shower came on She went under a green bush the shower to shun Her white apron wrapped around her, he took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh, t'was his own Molly Bawn He quickly ran to her and found she was dead And there on her bosom many salt tears he shed He ran home to his father with his gun in his hand Saying father, dear father, I have shot Molly Bawn Her white apron wrapped around her he took her for a swan But a hush and a sigh, t'was his own Molly Bawn He roamed near the place where his true love she was slain He wept bitter tears, but his cries were in vain As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by And the sun slowly sank in the grey old sky From: Malcolm Douglas writing about the origins of Molly Bawn on mudcat.org Date: 05 Nov 99 - 03:42 PM Background to Molly Bawn[Bán]/Polly Vaughan/The Fowler/The Shooting of his Dear etc. A.L.Lloyd has a good bit to say about it in Folksong in England; some of his ideas may be a little fanciful (to say the least), but they are still interesting. Here is a (shortened) version: "[A song] despised by Jamieson (who thought it 'one of the very lowest descriptions of vulgar modern English ballads') and rejected by Child but still much loved by singers in Ireland and the eastern counties of England...[synopsis omitted].It seems clear enough that the story is a come-down relic of the same myth that, long before Ovid's time, became attached to the figures of Cephalus and Procris. Procris, an enthusiastic huntress, had a dog that never failed to catch its quarry and a dart that never missed its mark (she obtained them both from Minos in return for bed-favours). She gave both dog and dart to her husband Cephalus. He went out hunting in the dusk, and Procris, suspecting that he was visiting a mistress, put on a camouflage robe and stole out after him. As she hid in a thicket, the dog detected her, and Cephalus, mistaking her for a deer, cast his unerring dart and killed her. He was banished for her murder and haunted by her ghost. Several commentators...have identified the girl under the apron as a descendant either of a swan maiden or an enchanted doe...in any case the magical maiden who is a woman by day and a beast by night, and fatally hunted by her brother as like as not, is as familiar a figure in folklore as the swans and other birds flying by night, who are thought to be souls in bird form. So the modern-seeming ballad of Molly-Polly Bawn-Vaughan, that Jamieson thought so paltry, in fact reaches far back beyond the time of classical mythology. The song that the experienced Irish folk song collector, Patrick Joyce, thought 'obviously commemorates a tragedy in real life' turns out to be connected with the fantasies of primitive hunting societies...." Well, there you are! Malcolm " Tags: Irish folk Death Dying Transit Waking State Nortonstr33t E.J.Gold Rare Tin Whistle |