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Maggie

Written By: Michael Babick

Her eyes are pretty, as pretty can be
Her smile drove many a man crazy
One night I dreamed she was a walkin’ with me
How I wish I was with Maggie.

She’ll out drink ya boys, out think ya boys!
She’s quite the bonnie lassie
She’ll love you to death, you’ll be out of breath
Oh, how I wish I was with Maggie.

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I’ve been through the bushes and looked through the corn
Been searchin’ for years and my heart is forlorn
She’s my only port in the storm
How I wish I was with Maggie.

Well, can she dance? I’ll tell ya boys
Her moves are fast and fancy
Don’t follow her steps, you’ll be out of breath
How I wish I was with Maggie.

Chorus

Lyrics, Arrangement and Music by Michael Babick

Star of the County Down

Written By: Traditional

In Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet Colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
Well she looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, I’d to shake myself
To make sure I was standing there.

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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen
That I met in the County Down

As she onward sped, I shook my head,
And I gazed with a feelin' rare,
And I said, say's I, to a passer-by,
"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
Well he smiled at me with pride say's he,
"She’s the gem of Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann, from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down ".

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At the Harvest Fair I’ll be surely there
And be dressed in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright
And my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust colored brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down

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Good Friday

Written By: Michael Babick

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Be careful, young lads, with the guns that you carry
Be careful, young lads, though you’re fight’s to be free
There’s unrest in Belfast, South Armagh and Derry
Pray for your daughters and sons, and let Good Friday come.

Far away on a distant isle
The smoke and the winter do come
Annie did you hide your sweet child?
Some faces have forgotten to smile
But be damned sure they know where they’re from!

Chorus

Far away, I hear a family cry
In half their poor hearts have been torn
It’s a pain that leaves no reconcile
Francis, we’ll miss your sweet smile
While your sisters do weather the storm.

Chorus

Lyrics, Arrangement and Music by Michael Babick