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In the town of Athlone there's a young woman walking
And wrapped 'round her baby a shawl, and she speaks
Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers
The price of a ribbon their fortune to speak
Well, their fortune she speaks and she speaks of a river
Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath
Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland
Would soon lie down dead, dead at her feet
At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah
She sings to her baby in old styles bequeath
And she lifts and laments and enchants all in hearing
With songs of her people and melodies sweet
Chorus:
Sweet silvery Nore river is rolling
Over an Irish soldier's grave
And the vestry bells are tolling
Over the ashes of his grave
In the freeborn land of the traveling people
Lies Nioclas Mullins, the pride of Cullbawn
Yet unmarked beside him the bride of his union
Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl
(Chorus 2x)
Over the ashes of his grave
Over the ashes of his grave
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- A Christmas Celtic Sojourn (Live)
- Ships in the Forest
- The Rough Guide to Irish Folk
- Transatlantic Sessions 4, Volume Three
- Rough Guide To Irish Folk
- Distant Shore
- Songlines
- Emerald Aether: Shape Shifting
- The Winds Begin to Sing
- Lullaby: A Collection
- Seal Maiden: A Celtic Musical
- Holding Up Half the Sky: Voices of Celtic Women
- Tønder Festival 2007
- 20 Great Kid Songs
- 1997 Shanachie Irish/Celtic Sampler
- Tønder Festival 2003
- Thousands Are Sailing
- The Rough Guide to Celtic Women
- Chasing the Sun