Richard's Recordings
Richard's Introduction
A
New Broom Sweeps Clean
Erin Galmcree
On
the Banks of the Clady
She Landed in Baltimore
Sporice (Gaelic/English)
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She Landed in
Baltimore
His name I love to
mention in old Ireland he
was born.
I loved him very
dearly long last from me
he's gone.
He's gone unto America and he promised
he'd send for me.
But the face of my
bonny Irish lad was nowhere to be seen.
I engaged my passage
for New York and on arriving there
to seek and find
my Irish boy I quickly did prepare.
I searched New York
and Providence and Boston all in vain
but the face of my
bonny Irish lad was nowhere to be seen.
One night as I lain
in my bed I dreamt I was his bride
and sitting on the
Blue Bell hills as he sat by my side.
And gathering sweet
primroses like the happy days of yore
I awoke quite brokenhearted
in that city of Baltimore.
And now that we are
married I never have cause to roam.
He knows I love him
dearly and he loves me also.
And gathering sweet
primroses like the happy days of yore
I awoke quite brokenhearted
in that city of Baltimore.
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