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  Balada folclórica irlandesa escrita en 1979 por Pete St. John Ambientada durante la hambruna de 1840, la letra presenta a un hombre de Athenry, en el condado de Galway , que robó comida para su familia y fue sentenciado a ser deportado a la colonia penal australiana.  Letra: By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Michael they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyan's corn So the young might see the morn Now a prison shop lies waiting in the bay Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down Now you must raise our child with dignity By a lonely harbour wall She watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky For she lived in hope and pray For her ...

  Versión de Don McLean de la canción irlandesa escrita por Percy French (1854-1920), y música  adaptada por Houston Collisson (1865-1920) de la melodía  tradicional irlandesa " Carrigdonn ". Letra Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat But there's gangs of them diggin' For gold in the street At least when I asked them That's what I was told so I just took a hand At this diggin' for gold But for all that I've found there I might as well be In the place where the dark Mourne Sweeps down to the sea I believe that when writin' A wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies In London were dressed Well if you'll believe me When asked to a ball They don't wear no tops to Their dresses at all Oh, I've seen them myself and You could not in truth Tell it if they were bound for A ball or a bath Don't be startin' them fashions now Mary McRee In...

  Nocturno nº 12 , H 58D  en sol mayor de 1822, de John Field. Considerado padre de la forma "nocturno", como pieza tranquila, expresiva y lírica, de estructura libre. Ver también el nº 2

  Hermosa melodía  tradicional irlandesa denominada Música de las Hadas , en la versión de viento de Paddy Moloney y Sean Potts.  Esta música evoca imágenes de misterio y belleza natural.  Aparece en la película Barry Lyndon de 1975 dirigida por Stanley Kubrick. 

  Canción  compuesta por Seán Ó Riada (1931–1971) en 1960, sobre letra del poeta irlandés Peadar Ó Doirnín (1704–1796). Aparece en la película Barry Lyndon de 1975 dirigida por Stanley Kubrick. 

  Tema sobrio e insistente de The Chieftains de 1973

  Nocturno nº 2 , H 25  en do menor de 1812, de John Field. Considerado padre de la forma "nocturno", como pieza tranquila, expresiva y lírica, de estructura libre.

  Canción tradicional irlandesa escrita en 1897 por Frederick E. Weatherly y Stephen Adams.  Malabar es una región de la costa suroeste de la India, conocida por el comercio de especias. Esta versión pertenece al disco The Long Black Veil, posiblemente uno de los mejores de 1995. Letra Far away across the ocean Underneath an Indian star Dwells a dark eyed lonely maiden On the coast of Malabar In the harbor, where we anchored I can see her shy and sweet With a bunch of wine-red roses And the wild waves at her feet Oh fare thee well, my little dark eyed queen Fare thee well, my Indian star In my heart you'll live forever On the coast of Malabar "Come to me", I hear her calling Across the ocean, wild and far "Come to me again and love me On the coast of Malabar" And my thoughts keep ever turning To that far-off distant shore And the dark eyed girl who loved me But I'll see her never more Oh fare thee well, my little dark eyed queen Fare thee well, my Indian sta...

  Canción popular irlandesa de 1855. Aqui en la versión de Bill Evans. Otra excelente es la de Johnny Cash Letra O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone and all the roses falling 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so When winter's come and all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me But I shall hear though soft you tread above me And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be And you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me O Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly And pipes still call and echo 'cross the glen Your broken mother sighs and feels...