As I walked down through Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet
She asked me to see her home, she lived in Bleecker Street
And when we got to Bleecker Street, we stopped at forty-four
Her mother and her sister there, to meet us at the door
Chorus: To Me Way You Santy, my dear Annie
Oh you New York [...]

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626 11th Avenue at 46th Street, Manhattan @ 9pm
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The original and the best. Great dive bar with a fantastic pint of Guinness.
224 Avenue B @14th St, NYC

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Enjoy a huge beer selection and a European style beer hall as you listen to rollicking Irish tunes
9pm. 
34 East 4th Street @ The Bowery
212-260-3600

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15 Shapham Place,White Plains NY
914-421-1451
hosted by Brian Conway with a different
special guest each week

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with Caitlin Warbelow @ 9pm
229 E. 84th St
(btw. 2nd & 3rd Ave.) NYC
(212) 327-4450

O'Neill's Irish Pub
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Experience the best of Irish music in a traditional setting: the dark wood, comfort food and cheerful disposition of the staff lend a cosy ambience to this mainstay of the Irish music scene.
729 3rd Avenue @ 45th St, NYC
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St. Andrew’s 8pm
120 West 44th Street (btw 5th and 6th Avenues), NYC 
212-840-8413
NYC’s Scottish bar with a superb selection of
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O'Neill's Irish Pub
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O’Neill’s Irish Pub
729 3rd Avenue @ 45th St, NYC
212-661-3530
Experience the best of Irish music in a traditional setting: the dark wood, comfort food and cheerful disposition of the staff lend a cosy ambience to this mainstay of the Irish music scene.

Am G Am G
And who [...]

As I roved out on a bright May morning
To view the meadows and flowers gay
Whom should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow tree

I took off my hat and I did salute her
I did salute her most courageously
When she turned around well the tears fell from her
Sayin’ “False young man, [...]

Em D Em D
And who [...]

In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried.
In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
As our good wives we left in sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of [...]

[ November 20, 2010; 8:00 pm; ]
Masters in Collaboration IV

Live Concert Performances

November 20-21 | Saturday 8 pm, Sunday 3pm

Live Conversation with the Musicians

Moderated by Mick Moloney

November 17 | 8 pm
“One of the more ambitious and welcome initiatives to come out of the Irish Arts Center.”

— IRISH VOICE
“A can’t-miss series…”

— IRISH ECHO
Our fourth installment of the acclaimed Masters in Collaboration Series [...]

Black Velvet Band
(Chorus)

D
A7

Her
eyes they shone like diamonds,you think she was queen of the
land.

D
A
D

With her
hair thrown over her shoulder,tied
up with a black velvet
band.

As I went walking down Broadway,not intending to stay very long,
I met with this frolicksome damsel,as she came tripping along.
A watch she took from his pocket,and slipped it right into my hand,
On the very first day that I met her,bad luck to the black velvet band.
Before the judge and jury,next morning we had to appear,
A gentleman claimed his jewellery,and the case against us was clear,
Seven long years transportation,right down to ”Van Diemen’s Land”
Far away from my friends and companions,betrayed by the black velvet band,

I Wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygran
I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find
But he sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly
If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love [...]

As I walk the road from Killeshandra, weary I sit down
For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan town
‘Though Oughter and the road I go, one scene beyond compare
How I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair.
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees [...]

Cavan Girl

D
A
Bm
F#m
G
A
D

As I walk the
road from
Killa
shandra,
weary
I sit
down.

D
A
Bm
F#m
G
F#m
G

For it’s twelve long
miles a
round the
lake to
get to
Cavan
town.

D
A
Bm
F#m
G
F#m
G

Though
Oughter
and the
road I
go once
seemed
beyond com
pare.

D
A
Bm
F#m
G
A
D

Now
I curse the
time it
takes to
reach my
Cavan
girl so
fair.

The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare,
Each red-gold leaf around me seems the colour of her hair.
My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh,
For the broken pools of sky remind the colour of her eye.
At the Cavan Cross each Sunday morning there she can be found,
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan town.
If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile,
And to break the hearts of Cavan men, she’ll talk to me a while.
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killashandra bound,
To work the week, till I return and court in Cavan town.
When asked if she would be my bride at least she’d not said ”no”,
So next Sunday morning, rouse myself, and back to her I’ll go.

You may travel far far from your own native land
Far away o’er the mountains, far away o’er the foam
But of all the fine places that I’ve ever been
Sure there’s none can compare with the cliffs of Doneen
Take a view o’er the mountains, fine sights you’ll see there
You’ll see the high rocky mountains o’er the west [...]

Well, weren’t we the rare oul stock spent the evening getting locked
Up in the Ace o hearts where the high stools were engaging
Over the Butt Bridge down the dock the boat she sailed at 5 o’clock
“Hurry boys, now” said Whack or before we’re there we’ll all be back
Carry him if you can the crack was [...]

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that’s where I belong
Yet I’m running to her like a river’s song
Chorus:
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She’s got a fine sense of [...]

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl  in the street at night
Dirty old town dirty old town

Heard a si- ren from [...]

Do you love an apple?
Do you love a pear?
Do you love a boy with the curly brown hair?
Why yes I love him, I can’t deny it,
I will go with him, wherever he goes
Before I got married I wore a black shawl,
But after I’m married, I wore bugger-all
But still I love him, I can’t deny it,
I [...]

Sang by Shane McGowan &By Kirsty McColl)

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and [...]

By the lonely prison wall.
I heard a young girl calling.
Michael, they are taking you away, for you
stole Trevelyn’s corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prisonship lies waiting in the bay.

(Chorus)
[...]

words and music by Father P. O’Neill
‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When armed line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipes did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung [...]

“What did I have?” said the fine old woman.
“Whad did I have?” this proud old woman did say
“I had four green fields, each one was a jewel,
But strangers came and tried to take them from me
I had fine strong [...]

T’was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled me heart with longin’ for the Lakes of Pontchartain

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the [...]

I was stopped by a soldier he said you are swine
He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin
I begged and I peddled all me manners were polite
But sure all the time Is thinkin of me little armalite

And its down in the Bogside thats where I long to be
Lying in the [...]

In Dublin’s fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheels her wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

Chorus:
Alive alive-o, alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

She was a fishmonger but sure ’twas no wonder
For so were her father and [...]

words and music Traditional
O-ro the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley-o
O-ro the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley-o
And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin’ tree
With the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
Now on that tree there was a limb, a rare [...]

Last night as I lay dreamin’
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein’ bent on travelin’
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped aboard a vision
and followed with my will
‘Til next I came to anchor
At the cross near Spancil Hill

Delighted by the novelty
Enchanted with the scene
Where in my early boyhood
Where often I had been
I thought I heard a [...]

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down the boreen came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet
To the crown of her nut-brown hair
Such a winsome elf, that I pinched myself
To be sure I was really there

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to [...]

I was eighteen years old, when I went down to Dublin
with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams
“Take your time”, said me father “stop rushing like hell
And remember all is not what it seems to be
For there’s fellows would cut you for the coat on your back
Or the watch that you got from [...]

Take me away from the city
And lead me to where I can be on my own
I wanted to see you but now that I have
I just want to be left alone
I’ll always remember your kind words
And I’ll still remember your name
But I’ve seen you changing and turning
And I know that things won’t be the same

Chorus:
I [...]

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Dugan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father’s only son, his mother’s pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
And to Australia’s sunny [...]

.

I’ve been a wild rover for many a year
I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer
Now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I swear that I’ll play the wild rover no more

Chorus:
And it no, nay, never
(clap hands four times)
No, nay, never, No more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I went into [...]