St Patrick's Day Songs for Kids

by Marc Gunn

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1.
I'll tell my ma when I get home, The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair and stole my comb But that's all right till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the Belle of Belfast city She is a courtin' one, two, three, Please won't you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fightin' for her Knock at the door and ring at the bell, Saying oh my true love, are you well Out she comes as white as snow, Rrings on her fingers, bells on her toes Ould Johnny Morrissey says she'll die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travellin' through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie, She'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still
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Come all ye young travelers Come along with me We'll sing a song all day long Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee A diddle-la-diddle-la-dee OH! A diddle-la-diddle-la-dee It's as fun as can be A diddle-la-diddle-la-dee Oh! A diddle-la-diddle-la-dee It's Irish Lilting Clap your hands young traveler Clap along with me We'll clap our hands one-two-three Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee Stomp your feet young traveler Stomp along with me We'll stomp our feet all one-two-three Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee Tap your head young traveler Tap your head with me We'll tap our heads now one-two-three Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee Shrug your shoulders young travelers Shrug your shoulders with me We'll shrug our shoulders one-two-three Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee Rub your belly young travelers Rub your belly with me We'll rub our bellies one-two-three Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee Flap your arms young traveler Fly away with me We'll flap our arms one-two-three Ora-diddle-la-diddle-la-dee
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In days that have long since passed, There lived a beautiful mahogany lass. An unmarried and virtuous princess, alas, She was brave, strong and bold. Tra la di di hidey ho Di hidey hey, di hidey ho Tra la di di hidey ho Happily ever after. One morning while riding no guard around, Armed with sword should trouble abound, She heard the most horrible sound, And her nose burned of sulfur. The sky it darkened, gave her horse a fright. A dragon swooped as black as night, Grabbed the princess then out of sight. Her horse ran frightened home. The king cried, "All knights be sworn! Kill the dragon with your swords. Return me daughter for this reward, That you may marry her." The bravest knight in all the realm, Young, handsome and vain as well Declared the maid his holy grail And rode off to rescue her. The knight he climbed up rugged heights Snagged a run in his pristine tights At cavern's shaft, he saw no lights And heard no sound inside. The knight called the dragon out. But only a lady's voice came back. "I killed the dragon!," the lady shout. And stepped into the sun. The princess dressed in scraps of cloth, Her mahogany hair was all burned off. A muddy face, the vain knight scoffed, "Can you clean be for we go?" The princess still in clothes undone, Told the knight, "I work alone." The knight rode lone into the setting sun. And the princess was happy thereafter.
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Gypsy Rover 02:56
A gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady. He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. She left her father's castle gate. She left her own fine lover. She left her servants and her state To follow her gypsy rover. She left behind her velvet gown And shoes of Spanish leather They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang As they rode off together Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed With silken sheets for cover Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground Beside her gyspy lover Her father saddled up his fastest stead And roamed the valley all over. Sought his daughter at great speed And the whistlin' gypsy rover. He came at last to a mansion fine Down by the river Claydee. And there was music and there was wine For the gypsy and his lady. "He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried "but Lord of these lands all over. And I shall stay 'til my dying day with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon 'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
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I pounced in the morning when the world was begun. I pounced on the moon and the stars all for fun. I leaped down from heaven, and I pounced on the earth. When I pounced my first mouse, I had my birth. Pounce, pounce, wherever you may be I am lord of the pounce, said he. I'll run under feet, wherever you may be. And I'll leap on you in the pounce, said he. I pounced on the papyrus of the Egyptians They wouldn't play so I stole their feather pens I pounced on the fish caught by James and John They fed me fish then the pounce went on. I pounced on the Sabbath, rubbed my head against the lame. Many people shook their head, said this feline was insane. I may nap after pouncing, do not think I am gone. For I just saw a rat, so the pounce goes on. I and my lady meowed a song across the plain The birds came down, and we pounced on each of them. On the bedchamber floor, I laid my carrion. Then I raced out the door and I pounced again. I dog jumped down, so I leapt up high. I have nine lives that will never, never die. I'll pounce on you though you bark at me I am the Lord of the Pounce, said he.
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I love crunching nuts. I love to hear them pop. I love to watch them fall to the ground. ‘Cause I love crunching nuts. My wife loves crunching nuts. She smiles whenever they pop. We go for walks just to watch the nuts fall ‘Cause we love crunching nuts. I taught my daughter to crunch nuts. She laughs whenever they pop. We can't wait til the leaves start to fall. That means it's time to crunch nuts.
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Loch Lomond 02:55
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Oh! Ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. 'Twas then that we parted, In yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond, Where, in purple hue, The highland hills we view, And the moon coming out in the gloaming. The wee birdies sing, And the wild flowers spring, And in sunshine the waters sleeping. But the broken heart it kens, Nae second spring again, Though the waeful may cease frae their greeting.
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In younger days I used to wander Thru the lonely lanes of life Spun out of control, dizzy and alone Nothing running right * Now I have love inside me Wherever I may roam I have my family beside me I'm never alone I turned my back on dissonance Struck a new chord and hit it twice Raced towards the sun and a new world begun And then I met my wife Ate fish and chips on the streets of London Savored abita in New Orleans Walked in cold rain of Galway town She was prettier than a dream Music alone was my one companion But songs alone have no melody Now there's adventure and love in my life And then the cries of our baby
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Twas Friday morn when we set sail And we were not far from the land When the captain, he spied a lovely mermaid With a comb and a glass in her hand O the ocean's waves will roll And the stormy winds will blow While we poor sailors go skipping to the top And the landlubbers lie down below (below, below) And the landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, And a brave old man was he, He said, "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom: We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!" chorus And up spoke the mate of our gallant ship And a well-spoken man was he I have me a wife in Salem by the sea And tonight she a widow will be And up spoke the cookie of our gallant ship And a red hot cookie was he Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans Than I do for the bottom of the sea Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship And a nasty little lad was he. I'm not quite sure I can spell "mermaid" But I'm going to the bottom of the sea. Then up spoke the cannibal who snuck aboard our ship And a hungry mad invader was he You can drown right now beneath the cold ocean waves Or you can be dinner for three, your choice Then up spoke the parrot of our gallant ship And a smartarse parrot was she Brawk, you're going to drown, your going to drown, Brawk And flew to the shore for her safety Then three times around went our gallant ship And three times around went she Three times around went our gallant ship And she sank to the bottom of the sea
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There's a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead For I don't think he'll e'er let me be. Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e'er so bold, I'd strangle him and leave him in the street. Well, he says to me, "Ah, you're no Irish Laddie! And ye call that thing a harp?" But each time I share the lore that I am learning. He hides in shame while my friends they chant. La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai There's a leprechaun in my room. He swats me with a broom. That's the reason I forget the words of this song. Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over, It's buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms. Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore. He yawns aloud as I sing my song. He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open. And he's watching me with envy deep inside. There's a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there. So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away. The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little, And he thinks he's fooled me as I run away.
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There's a tear in your eye, And I'm wondering why, For it never should be there at all. With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a stone you'd beguile, So there's never a teardrop should fall. When your sweet lilting laughter's Like some fairy song, And your eyes twinkle bright as can be; You should laugh all the while And all other times smile, And now, smile a smile for me. When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away. For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart, And it makes even sunshine more bright. Like the linnet's sweet song, Crooning all the day long, Comes your laughter and light. For the springtime of life Is the sweetest of all There is ne'er a real care or regret; And while springtime is ours Throughout all of youth's hours, Let us smile each chance we get.
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Rattlin' Bog 02:46
O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree With the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o. Now on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin' limb With the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o. Now on that limb there was a branch, a rare branch, a rattlin' branch With the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o. (Repeat, adding a line each time) Now on that branch there was a twig, a rare twig, a rattlin' twig..... Now on that twig there was a nest, a rare nest, a rattlin' nest..... Now in that nest there was an egg , a rare egg, a rattlin' egg..... Now in that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin' bird..... Now on that bird there was a feather, a rare feather, a rattlin' feather ..... Now on that feather there was a flea, a rare flea, a rattlin' flea .....

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Celebrate St Patrick's Day with your little leprechauns. Your kids will love this collection of fun and funny St. Patrick's Day songs. It's Celtic music for kids and the whole family!

Ever since I had my own daughter I've been thinking about releasing an album of St. Patrick's Day music for kids. But how do you pick such songs Sure, there are a whole bunch of famous Irish kids songs that you may've heard from The Clancy Brothers. They're fun albums, but most of the songs I've never heard of, and my daughter didn't listen twice.

It seems to me that if you're gonna make an album of Celtic kids songs, you should go to the source. Play the songs for kids. That's what I did. Over the past four years, I've played these songs repeatedly for kids at festivals, conventions, and even in my own car. I played them for my daughter. I kept the songs that she thought were fun to sing and dance to. I wrote a couple new ones. When she started singing along, I knew I was on to something.

Thus was born ST. PATRICK'S DAY SONGS FOR KIDS. This album was designed for the wee ones to make them smile and laugh. I also added songs that kids could interact while parents were driving around. Best of all, I picked songs that PARENTS won't get annoyed by. Yes, these are not just kid-favorites, they're also for parents.

So buy an album and hit play. Then watch the smiles grow large on the faces of everyone in your family!

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released February 1, 2015

Marc Gunn: autoharp, vocals

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Marc Gunn Atlanta, Georgia

Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish music.

He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans alike for its unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic.
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