The Boys of Barr na Sraide. Danu

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County Kerry's Cahersiveen, on the Iveragh Peninsula, rises from the River Ferta up the slopes of Beenatee, a hill about the height of New York's Empire State Building. The hill overlooks the Atlantic from a distance of about 10 miles.

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[Danu's slightly modified lyrics, as slightly edited by YT.]

Oh the town it climbs the mountain and looks down on the sea,
In sleeping time or waking ‘tis there I long to be,
To walk again those kindly streets, the place my life began,
And the boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

With cudgels stout we roamed about to hunt the droleen [dreoilín].
We searched for birds in every furze from Litir [Letter] to Dooneen.
We danced for joy beneath the sky; life held no print or plan
For the boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles they were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the Saxon stranger came
But the ones who fought the Auxies and who beat the Black and Tan
Were the boys in Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

BRIDGE
So here’s a health to them tonight, those lads who laughed with me
By the groves of Caragh [Cara] River or the slopes of Beenatee
John Dawley and Batt Andy and the Sheehans Con and Dan
Were the boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

But now they toil on foreign soil and they have gone their way
Deep in the heart of London or over in Broadway
When [And] I am left to sing their deeds and to praise them while I can,
to the boys [those boys] of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren

And when the wheel of life runs down and peace comes over me
Oh lay me down in that old town between the hills and sea
I’ll take my sleep in those green fields the place my life began
And the boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

OUTRO

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"Barr na Sráide" (Top Street or High Street) runs horizontally along Beenatee's slope through Cahersiveen, after which the route's name changes to "Old Road." The song pictures an ideal path for fun-loving boys. The song by the poet Sigerson Clifford relates the local St. Stephen's Day tradition of hunting wrens (dreoilíns) to the Irish War of Independence. The boys in the poem refer to an extended group of rural youths living in Kerry and Limerick counties, who a few years later fought to drive the British from Ireland.

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Correct Lyrics of "The Boys of Barr na Sráide"
by Sigerson Clifford

Oh the town it climbs the mountain and looks out upon the sea
And sleeping time or waking, ‘tis there I long to be
To walk again that kindly street, the place where life began
And the Boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the Wran.

With cudgels stout we roamed about to hunt the Droilín
We searched for birds in every furze from Letter to Dooneen
We sang for joy beneath the sky, life held no print or plan
And we Boys of Barr na Sráide, a-hunting for the Wran.

And when the hills were bleeding and the rifles were aflame
To the Rebel homes of Kerry, the Saxon stranger came
But the men who dared the Auxies and who beat the Black and Tan
Were the Boys of Barr na Sráide, a-hunting for the Wran.

And here’s a toast to them tonight, the lads who laughed with me
By the Groves of Carhan River or the slopes of Beenatee
John Dawley and Batt Andy, and the Sheehans Con and Dan
And the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the Wran.

And now they toil on foreign soil, where they have gone their way
Deep in the heart of London town or over in Broadway
And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can
Those Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the Wran.

And when the wheel of life runs down and peace comes over me
O lay me down in that old town between the hills and sea
I’ll take my sleep in those green fields the place my life began
Where the Boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the Wran.

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Local dialect evidently renders Caragh as Caran.

Rockin' pneumonia. Johnny Rivers

LONG INSTRUMENTAL INTRO
I wanna jump but I'm afraid I'll fall
I wanna holler but the joint's too small
Young man rhythm got a hold of me too
I got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu

Want some lovin' babe and that ain't all
I wanna kiss her but she's way too tall
Young man rhythm got a hold of me too
I got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu

Wanna squeeze her but I'm way too low
I would be runnin' but my feets too slow
Young man rhythm got a hold of me too
I got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu


LONGISH BREAK
I wanna squeeze her but I'm way too low
I would be runnin' but my feets too slow
Young man rhythm got a hold of me too
I got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu

Baby comin' now I'm hurryin' home
I know she leavin' cause I'm takin' too long
Young man rhythm got a hold of me too
I got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu

OUTRO
Nice instrumental run with fadeout

Sunshine Superman

INTRO

Sunshine came softly through my a-window today
Could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways
It'll take time, I know it but in a while
You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style

'Cause I've made my mind up you're going to be mine

I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find
Everybody's hustlin' just to have a little scene
When I say we'll be cool I think that you know what I mean
We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when

I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine

[Optional:] Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind

'Cause I've made my mind up you're going to be mine

I'll tell you right now
Any trick in the book now, baby, that I can find

BREAK

Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me
I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yeah
A you-you-you can just sit there a-thinking on your velvet throne
'Bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own

When you've made your mind up forever to be mine

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
When you've made your mind up forever to be mine
I'll pick up your hand
I'll pick up your hand

Carters. Where Moses Stood

Crying Holy unto the Lord
Crying Holy unto the Lord
Oh in that day when the bells don't toll
Crying Holy unto the Lord

Crying Holy unto the Lord
           [Holy unto the Lord]
           [Holy unto the Lord]
Crying Holy unto the Lord
           [Holy unto the Lord]
           [Holy unto the Lord]

Oh, if I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock
(Praise God)
where Moses stood

BREAK

Sinners, run unto the Lord
Sinners, run unto the Lord
Now please don't let this harvest pass
And lose your soul at last

Crying Holy unto the Lord
           [Holy unto the Lord]
           [Holy unto the Lord]
Crying Holy unto the Lord
           [Holy unto the Lord]
           [Holy unto the Lord]

Oh, if I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock
(Praise God)
where Moses stood

SHORT BREAK

Crying Holy unto the Lord
Crying Holy unto the Lord
The four and twenty elders bowing all around the altar
Crying Holy unto the Lord

Crying Holy unto the Lord
           [Holy unto the Lord]
           [Holy unto the Lord]
Crying Holy unto the Lord
           [Holy unto the Lord]
           [Holy unto the Lord]

Oh, if I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock
(Praise God)
where Moses stood

OUTRO

Oh, if I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock
(Praise God)
where Moses stood

My Girl

I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May (ooh)
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?

My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees

Well, I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl
Ooh, ooh

Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Ooh, ooh, yeah
I don't need no money (ooh), fortune, or fame
I've got all the riches, baby (ooh) one man can claim

Well, I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl, my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl
(Talkin' 'bout my girl)

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
(whoa, whoa) with my girl
I've even got the month of May, with my girl
(talkin' 'bout my girl)
Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout my girl (ooh)
Ooh, my girl (talkin' 'bout my girl)
That's all I can talk about is my girl (ooh)
Why don't you believe she's all my girl?
(Talkin' 'bout my girl)