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From Bog To Swamp

by Heavy Blarney

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Chorus: At Doolough they said walk, at Parihaka they said run What makes a person take a sinister path instead of a righteous one? The lake lies still and quiet, the valley fresh and green The countryside is silent, as if within a dream Many years have passed on by since famine struck this land The people died while eating grass, the officials they just washed their hands Chorus For miles the people walked to get an audience with them The officials who could give them aid Those were powerful men But they left to go a-hunting, while people starved to death They made them wait in freezing cold Thought they were better than the rest Chorus Taranaki maunga majestically presides o'er peaceful pastures lush with grass, where memories reside From many years back in the past, the people were oppressed The settlers took their land from them, the villagers were dispossessed Chorus The peaceful villagers agreed to passively resist The settlers then would surely see that they could coexist But the government sent in men with guns to clear the people out But Parihaka's legacy is still alive and standing proud Chorus
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Blue Harvest 04:21
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See the fleet foot host of men That speed with faces wan, From farmstead and from fisher's cot Along the banks of Bann, They come with vengeance in their eyes Too late too late are they. For young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the bridge of Toome today. Up the narrow street he steps Smiling, proud and young. About the hemp rope on his neck The golden ringlets clung There was never a tear in his blue eye, Both sad and bright are they, For young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the bridge of Toome today. When he last stepped up that street, His shining pike in hand, Behind him marched in grim array A stalwart, earnest band. For Antrim town, for Antrim town, He led them to the fray, And young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the bridge of Toome today. There was never a one of all your dead More bravely fell in fray Than he who marches to his fate On the bridge of Toome today. True to the last, true to the last, He treads the upward way, And young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the bridge of Toome today.
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Heavy Carlow 04:16
Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed the place, and drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure, and soon the firebrand he'd secure; Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne. Curse and swear Lord Kildare Feach will do what Feach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd out with sword On we'll go for by the Lord Feach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English Pale See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore O great is Rory Og O'More, at sending loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head We'll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies
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Heavy Kitty 04:12
Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay 'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Than to rot in their prison away 'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Than to rot in their prison away So softly he kissed her pale lips 'Twas the same story over and o'er Hush mavourneen, the police are watching And you know that I must go ashore Hush mavourneen, the police are watching And you know that I must go ashore In a day I'll be over the mountain There'll be time enough left for to cry So good night and God guard you forever And write to me won't you, goodbye So good night and God guard you forever And write to me won't you, goodbye credits
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Come dance the night away my girls My bonny girls, my hopeful girls Come dance the night away my girls Tomorrow we'll be sailing Come dance the night away my boys My bonny boys, my hopeful boys Come dance the night away my boys Tomorrow we'll be sailing A hundred days at sea Pulled onward by a dream Enduring every day For a home so far away Come join a game of cards my boys My bonny boys, my hopeful boys Come join a game of cards my boys Tomorrow we'll still be sailing Come sing a song of love my girls My bonny girls, my hopeful girls Come sing a song of love my girls Tomorrow we'll still be sailing A hundred days at sea Pulled onward by a dream Enduring every day For a home so far away And on the dark horizon A storm begins a-rising The wind and rain are pounding And the boat feels like it foundering Come dance the night away my love
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Pepeha 03:45
Te Reo Maori: Tenei te ringa o te tangata e noho nei ki raro i te marumaru o Tararua maunga e rere te awa o Manawatū ki te Papaioea te kainga o nga tini whetu ki te rangi ko Rangitāne ki te whenua English: This is the hand of the person that thrives under the shelter of the Tararua ranges and there flows the mighty Manawatū [river] into Palmerston North that's the place [settlement] where, as many as the stars in the sky are the Rangitāne people on the land

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Review from Muzic.net.nz: "rocking electric guitar solos placed over Banjos and accordions provides plenty of energy bursting out of the speakers, sure to get you up out of your seat. Front-man Bing Turkby has pulled together something great and I highly recommend giving this one a spin."

'From Bog to Swamp' is all about the journey of my ancestors from the peat bogs of Ireland to the swampland on which Palmerston North (Te Papaioea) was built. There are traditional Irish songs and tunes given a shot of energy by adding a rock band backing and some new arrangements. There are also some original songs and one original tune.

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released September 11, 2018

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Heavy Blarney Palmerston North, New Zealand

Celtic rock from Te Papaioea (Palmerston North) Aotearoa (New Zealand).
New arrangements of traditional Celtic tunes and songs, and original compositions in a similar style. Propelling proceedings into the swampy aether.

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