Bold Fenian Men

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1961 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

Twas down by the glenside I spied an old woman
She was pluckin’ young nettles and she scarce saw me comin’
I listened a while to the song she was hummin’
Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beamin’
On strong manly forms and their eyes were not gleamin’
I see them all now, sure in all my daydreamin’
Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger
And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure
They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger
Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, thanks to God that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
There may have been brave men but they’ll never be better
Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

Bright Morning Stars

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP) 
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Day is breaking in my soul.

Bright morning stars are rising.
The night is almost gone.
The sycamores are bending their branches to the dawn.
The wind sighs on the river.
The willows bend to pray.
And dawn is breaking gently upon a brand new day.
Day is breaking in my soul.

Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Day is breaking in my soul.

Bright morning stars are rising.
The promise comes again,
That heals the broken hearted
That pleads our wars to end.
The silver moon light scatters like tears upon the lawn,
But eases sorrow.
We greet a bright new dawn.
Day is breaking in my soul.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Day is breaking in my soul.

Bright morning stars are rising.
My soul is now renewed.
My love ones safe in heaven,
A better world in view.
And all our pain and pleasure,
Our struggles to break free,
Can lead us in this new dawn
To true serenity.

Day is breaking in my soul

Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.

Day is breaking in my soul.

Christ Child Lullaby

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1962 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

Chorus:
My love, my pride, my treasure, O
My wonder new and pleasure, O
My son, my beauty, ever You
Who am I to bear You here?

The cause of talk and tale am I
The cause of greatest fame am I
The cause of proudest care on high
To have for mine, the king of all

And though You are the king of all
They sent You to the manger stall
Where at Your feet they all shall fall
And glorify my child the king

There shone a star above three kings,
To guide them to the king of kings.
They held You in their humble arms
And knelt before You until dawn.

They gave You myrrh they gave You gold
Frankincense and gifts untold
They traveled far these gifts to bring,
And glorify their newborn king.

Chorus

Fannerio

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1962 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

Chorus:
As we march down to Fannerio
As we march down to Fannerio
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And we called her by her name pretty Peggy-O

What will your mother think pretty Peggy-O?
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-O?
What will your mother think but I hear the guineas clink?
And the soldiers marchin’ behind you O.

You shall ride in a coach pretty Peggy-O
You shall ride in a coach pretty Peggy-O
You shall ride in a coach with your true love by your side
As fine as any lady in the country O

And when I return pretty Peggy-O
When I return pretty Peggy-O
When I return, the city I will burn
And destroy all the ladies in the country O

Come trippin’ down the stairs pretty Peggy-O
Come trippin’ down the stairs pretty Peggy-O
Come trippin’ down the stairs combin' back your yellow hair
Bid your last farewell to sweet William-O

Sweet William he is dead pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead and he died for a maid
He’s buried in the Louisiana country O

Chorus

Golden Apples Of The Sun

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1962 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout

When I had laid it on the ground
And gone to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished in the brightening air

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And see her lips and take her hand

And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun

Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1962 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

Chorus:
In Norway, there sits a maid
By lou, my baby, she begins
Little know I my child's father
Or if land or sea he's livin' in

Then there arose at her bed feet
And a grumbly guest
I'm sure it was he
Saying here am I thy child's father
Although that I am not comely

I am a man upon the land
I am a selchie in the sea
And when I am in my own country
My dwellin' is in Shule Skerry
And he hath taken a purse of gold
He hath put it upon her knee
Saying give to me my little wee son
And take thee up thy nurse's fee

And it shall come to pass
On a summer day
When the sun shines hot
On every stone
That I shall take my little wee son
And I'll teach him for to swim in the foam
And you will marry a gunner good
And a proud good gunner I'm sure he'll bev And he'll go out on a May morning
And he'll kill both my wee son and me

And lo, she did marry a gunner good
And a proud good gunner I'm sure it was he
And the very first shot that ere he did shoot
He killed the son and the great selchie

Chorus

I See The Moon

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1962 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees the one I long to see
God bless the moon and God bless me
And God bless the one I love

I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees the one I long to see
God bless the moon and God bless me
And God bless the one I love

John Riley

Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins
© 1961 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

A fair young maid was in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
He said fair maid, will you marry me?
And this answer was her reply

Oh no kind sir I cannot marry thee
For I’ve a love and he sails the sea
And though he’s been gone for seven years
Still he will return to me

Well, what if he’s in some battle slain
Or if he’s been drowned in the deep salt sea
Or if he’s found another love
And he and his love both married be

If he’s in some battle slain
Then I shall die when the moon doth wane
And if he’s drowned in the deep salt sea
Still I’m true to his memory

And if he’s found another love
And he and his love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they live across the sea

He picked her up in his arms so strong
And kisses he gave her one two three
Said weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley

Said weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley