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Pedal Harpists: The lever changes indicated in the music are for non·pedal harps. You will need. to write in your own pedal changes.

Non-Pedal Harpists: Be sure to set your sharping levers for the key signature before you begin, following any additional instructions written at the beginning of each piece. All other sharping lever changes are indicated in the music. Here is a chart showing the. octaves indicated by the lever changes you'll find in this book. "Low" indicates the octave below middle C, "Middle" indicates the octave from middle C up to B, and "High" indicates the next higher octave. "Very high e" is 2 octaves above middle C. -

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All rights reserved, including public performance for profit. Any copying of any portion of the contents of this book without the consent of the copyright holders may be an infringement of copyright.

To receive a catalog of other books and music by Sylvia Woods please write to: The Sylvia Woods Harp Center P.O. Box 816 Montrose CA 91021 USA

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©1993 by Sylvia Woods, Woods Music & Books, Inc. P.O. Box 816, Montrose, California 91021 USA

First Edition 1993 Second Edition 1994

ISBN 0-936661-15-1 50 Irish Melodies arranged for harp by Sylvia Woods

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This book is a compilation of wonderful Irish melodies. Most are traditional tunes from Ireland, and many are very old. There are songs of true love, and of love lost; lullabies and flights of fancy; patriotic anthems and chronicles of Irish history. I have also included a few "Irish-American" songs such as "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling",

"My Wild Irish Rose", and "Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral". Even though they were coml'osed in the states for an American audience, they have become a part of the Irish musical tradition.

While researching the lyrics for these songs, I was often amazed by the vast variety of versions I came across for many of the tunes. As is true in most music that has been passed on through the oral tradition, each singer makes the tune "their own", altering the lyrics or melody as they wish. And so, don't be surprised if the words or the melodies of some of the songs are a bit different than the way you remember them. Use the ones that you like, and help keep the tradition alive.

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Avenging and Bright . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms. . . . . .6 Bendemeer's Stream. . .8 Castle of Dromore, The 10 Cockles and Mussels 12 Cruiskeen Lawn, The 14 Danny Boy . . . . . . . 16 Dear Little Shamrock, The 18 Down By the Salley Gardens . 20 Fanaid Grove. . . . . . . . . . 22 Farewell! But Whenever You Welcome The Hour. . . . 24 Farewell to Liverpool . 26 Flight of the Earls, The 28 Foggy Dew, The . . . . 30 Gartan Mother's Lullaby, The 32 Gentle Maiden, The . . . . 34 Girl I Left Behind Me, The . . 36 Good Night. . . . . . . . . . . 38 Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded? 40 I Know My Love. . . . 42 The Kerry Dance, The . . . 44 Killarney . . . . . . . . . . 46 Lark in the Clear Air, The . 48 Lark in the Morning. 50 Leprechaun, The . . . 52 Limerick is Beautiful 54

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Mairi's Wedding My Wild Irish Rose ... My Yellow-Haired Lad. O'Donnell Aboo . . . . . auld Plaid Shawl, The Over the Hills and Far Away Rakes of Mallow, The . Rose of Tralee, The Rosin The Bow .. Saint Patrick's Day Shule Aroon . . . . Snowy-Breasted Pearl, The Spanish Lady, The . . . . . Spinning Wheel Song, The . Sweet Rosie O'Grady . . . . 'Tis The Last Rose of Summer Wearin' 0' The Green . . . . When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Kathleen Mavoumeen Famine Song . . . . . . . . . . My Lagan Love . . . . . . . . She Moved Through The Fair Sweet Camloch Bay ... Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral Additional Lyrics . Alphabetical Index Index of First Lines

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3. We swear to revenge them! No joy shall be tasted, The harp shall be silent, 'the maiden unwed, Our halls shall be mute and our fields shall lie wasted, 'Till vengeance is wrecked on the murderer's head! 4. Yes, monarch! Tho' sweet are ow home recollections, Tho' sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall; Tho' sweet are ow friendships, our hopes and affections, Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of aU!

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1. Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, Close by the window young Eileen is spinning, Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother's sitting Groaning and moaning and drowsily knitting, "Eileen, I surely hear somebody tapping?" "Tis the ivy, dear Mother, against the glass flapping. " "Eileen, a cara I hear someone sighing," "Tis the sound mother dear, of the Autumn wind dying." CHORUS: Merrily, cheerily noisily whirring, Swings the wheel, spins the wheel, while the foot's stirring, Sprightly and lightly, and airily ringing Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

FINAL CHORUS, Slower, and slower, and slower the wheel swings; Lower, and lower, and lower the reel rings. Ere the reel and the wheel stopped their ringing and moving Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.

2. "What's that noise that I hear at the window, I wonder." "'Tis the little bird chirping, the hoUy bush under." "What makes you keep shoving and moving your stool on And singing all wrong the old song of the Coolun?" There's a form at the casement - the form of her true love, And he whispers, with face bent, ''I'm waiting for you, love. Get up on the stool, through the lattice step lightly; We'll rove through the grove while the moon's shining brightly." CHORUS 50 Irish Melodies arranged for harp by Sylvia Woods

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Lyr[cs Castle of Dromore (Page IO-ll) 3. Take time to thrive, my rose of hope, in the garden of Dromore, Take heed young eagle till your wings are feathered fit to soar, A little rest and then the world is full of work to do. Sing h ush-a-bye, 100, la 100, 10 Ian. Sing hush-a-bye 100 la 10.

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3. That dear little plant that springs from our soil, When its three little leaves are extended, Denotes from its stalk we together should toil, And ourselves by ourselves be befriended. And still thro' the bog, thea' the brake and the mire land, From one root should branch like the shamrock of Ireland, CHORUS

The Kerry Dance (Page 44-45) 1. Oh the days of the Kerry dancing,

Oh the ring of the piper's tune! Oh (or one of those hours of gladness, Gone alasllike our youth, too soon: When the boys began to gather In the glen, of a summer night,

And the Kerry piper's tuning Made us long with wild delight;

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Ern'rald isles and winding bays, Mountain paths and woodland dells, Mem'ry ever fondly strays. Bounteous nature loves all lands, Beauty wanders ev'rywhere, Footprints leaves on many strands, But her home is surely there! Angels fold their wings and rest, In that Eden of the west, Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair Killarney. 2. lnnisfallen's ruined shrine, May suggest a passing sigh, But man's faith can ne'er decline, Such God's wonders floating by. Castle Lough and Glenabay, Mountains Tore and Eagle's nest, Still at Muckcross you must pray, Though the monks are now at rest. Angels wonder not that man, There would fain prolong We's span, Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair Killarney. 3. No place else can charm the eye With such bright and varied tints, Ev'ry rock that you pass by, Verdure 'broiders or besprints, Virgin there the green grass grows, Ev'ry morn, spring's natal day, Bright hued berries daff the snows, Smiling winter's frown away. Angels often pausing there, Doubt if Eden were more fair, Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair Killarney.

CHORUS: Oh to think of it, Oh to dream of it, Fills my heart with tears! Oh the days of the Kerry dancing, Oh the ring of the piper's tune! Oh for one of those hours of gladness, Gone alas! like our youth, too soon. 2. Was there ever a sweeter colleen In the dance than Eily Moore! Or a prouder lad than Thady, As he boldly took the floor: "Lads and lasses to your places, Up the middle and down again," Ah! the merry hearted laughter Ringing thro' the happy glen! CHORUS

4. Music there for echo dwells, Makes each sound a harmony, Many voic'd the chorus swells, 'Til it faints in ecstacy. With the charmful tints below; Seems the Heav'n above to vie, All rich colors that we know, Tinge the cloud wreaths in that sky. Wings of Angels so might shine, Glancing back soft light divine, Beauty's home Killarney, Ever fair Killarney.

3. Loving voices of old companions, Stealing out of the past once more, And the sound of the dear old music, Soft and sweet as in days of yore: When the boys began to gather In the glen, of a summer night, And the Kerry piper's tuning, Made us long with wild delight. CHORUS

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The Lark In The Morning (Page 50-5\) 4. Here's a health to YOtmg ploughboys wherever you may be, That likes to have a bonnie lass a sittin' on his knee With a jug of good strong porter, he'll whistle and he'll sing For a ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king. CHORUS

The Leprechaun (Page 52-53) 2. With tip-toe step and beating heart, Quite softly I drew nigh. 'Twas mischief in his merry face, A twinkle in his eye. He hammered and sang w ith tiny voice, And drank his mountain dew, And I laughed to think he was caught at last ... But the fairy was laughing too! 3. As quick as thought I seized the elf. "Your fairy purse!" I cried. "The purse," he said, "'Tis in her hand, The lady by your side." I turned to look; the elf was off, Then what was I to do? 0, I laughed to think what a fool I'd been ... And the fairy was laughing too! Sweet Rosie O'Grady (Page 88-89) 1. Just down around the comer of the street where I reside, There lives the cutest little girl that I have ever spied : Her name is Rose O'Grady and, I don't mind telling you, That she's the sweetest little Rose the garden ever grew.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral (Page 108- 109) 1. Over in Killarney, Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low, Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And I'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day. CHORUS: Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-Ioo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. 2. Oft, in dreams, I wander To that cot again, 1 feel her aons a huggin' me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a-hummin' To me as in days of yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door. rHnR TTC:

CHORUS: Sweet Rosie O'Grady, My dear little Rose, She's my steady lady, Most eV'ryone knows, And when we are married, How happy we'll be; I love sweet Rosie O'Grady, And Rosie O'Grady, loves me. 2. I never shall forget the day she promised to be mine, As we sat telling lovetales, in the golden summertime. 'Twas on her finger tha t I placed a small engagement ring, While in the trees, the little birds this song they seemed to sing! CHORUS My Lagan Love (Page 102-103) 1. Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair. The twilight gleam is in her eye, The night is on her hair. And like a love sick lenanshee" She hath m y heart in thrall, Nor life I owe nor liberty, For love is lord of all.

2. And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep, I steal tmto her shieling lorn And thru the dooring peep. There on the cricket's singing stone, She spares the bogwood fire. And h ums in sad sweet tmdertone The song of heart's desire. 3. Her welcome, like her love for me, Is fro m her heart within. Her waon kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin, And when I stir my foot to go, 'Tis leaving love and light To feel the wind of longing blow From out the dark of night. Repeat first verse

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Avengmgand Bright . . . . . . . . 4 Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms 6 Bendemeer'sStream . . . 8 Castle of Dromore, The 10 Cockles and Mussels. 12 Cruiskeen Lawn, The 14 Danny Boy . . . . . . . 16 Dear Little Shamrock, The 18 Down By the Salley Gardens 20 Famine Song, The . . . . . . . 101 Fanaid Grove, The . . . . . . 22 Farewell! But Whenever You Welcome The Hour 24 Farewell to Liverpool 26 Flight of the Earls, The . 28 Foggy Dew, The . . . . 30 Galway Piper, The . . . 70 Gartan Mother's Lullaby, The 32 Gentle Maiden, The . . . . 34 Girl I Left Behind Me, The. . . 36 Good N ight . . . . . . . . 38 Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded? 40 I Know My Love . . . . 42 Kathleen Mavoumeen . Kerry Dance, The . .

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