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Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
04:09
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"Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair."
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"Come sit by my side little darlin'
Come lay your cool hand on my brow
And promise me that you will
Never be nobody's darlin' but mine
Be nobody's darlin' but mine
Love be honest be faithful be kind
And promise me that you will
Never be nobody's darlin' but mine
You're as sweet as the flowers of springtime
You're as pure as the dew from the rose
I had rather be somebody's darlin'
Than a poor boy that nobody knows"
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Annie Laurie
03:08
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"Maxwelton Braes are bonnie where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie gi'ed me her promise true.
Gi'ed me her promise true as ne'er forgot will be,
Aye for bonnie Annie Laurie I would lay me doon and dee.
Her brow is like the snowdrift, her throat is like the swan,
And her face it is the fairest that e'er the sun shone on.
As e'er the sun shone on and dark blue is her e'e,
Aye for bonnie Annie Laurie I would lay me doon and dee."
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Beautiful Brown Eyes
03:10
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"Willie, I love you, my Darlin'
I love you with all my heart
Tomorrow we might have been married
But ramblin' has kept us apart
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
I'll never love blue eyes again
Down through the barroom he staggered
And fell down by the door
The very last words that he uttered
"I'll never see brown eyes no more"
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Londonderry Air
04:31
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1. I cannot tell why He Whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary
When Bethlehem's manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and labored,
And so the Savior, Savior of the world is come.
2. I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the brokenhearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Savior, Savior of the world is here.
3. I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of East and West, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendor
When He the Savior, Savior of the world is known.
4. I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to Heaven, and Heaven to earth, will answer:
At last the Savior, Savior of the world is King!
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Home on the Range
03:46
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Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.
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Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór
02:47
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8. |
The Ash Grove
03:39
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"Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash grove.
'Twas there while the blackbird was joyfully singing,
I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart;
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.
Still grows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird his note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me.
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash grove."
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Slumber My Darling
02:44
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"Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,
Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear,
Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone,
Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on.
Sweet visions attend thy sleep,
Fondest, dearest to me,
While others their revels keep,
I will watch over thee.
Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm."
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10. |
Memories
03:07
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Cynthia Boener, Harp Plymouth, Indiana
Cynthia has a BS in Pharmacy from Purdue University and an MM in Church Music (with highest distinction) from Valparaiso University. She is a member of Pi Kappa Lambda, a National Music Honour Society. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, hiking, water-colour, and pencil sketching. She is married to Mike and they have two sons, Stephen and Anthony. ... more
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