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Pastimes : The Limelighters -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: ManyMoose who wrote (50)	2/1/2003 4:45:56 AM
From: LindyBill	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 140

Glenn Yarbrough's voice really came over well on this tune. Another Irish Ballad I love. Here is the first verse and chorus on line. (Not Limeliters.)http://www.3pintsgone.com/sounds/rising-moon-x.mp3 Risin' of the moon Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell; Tell me why you hurry so Hush me buichall hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow I bear orders from the Captain, get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together by the risin' of the moon Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be In the old spot by the river; right well known to you and me One word more for signal token; whistle up a marching tune With your pike upon your shoulder by the risin' of the moon From many a mudwall cabin, eyes were watching through the night Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming warning light Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon. There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen And among their shining weapons, hung their own beloved green "Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike a marching tune, Sing, "Hurrah, me boys, for freedom! 'Tis the risin' of the moon!" Well they fought for dear old Ireland and full bitter was their fate What a glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight Yet thank God while hearts are beating fast in manhood's burning noon We will follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon

To: ManyMoose who wrote (50)	2/1/2003 5:02:15 AM
From: LindyBill	Respond to of 140

Hurrah! Harrah! I have discovered a "Tower Record" site that has audio samples of 21 of the best Limeliter songs on it. Please go and make sure to listen to "The Ballad of Vicky Dugan" and "Harry Pollitt," among others. (Hey, I used to do "Standup" out in LA with these songs.) towerrecords.com This one is the story of Harry Pollitt. Harry Pollitt was at one time a very influential member of the Communist Party in England, until he was finally thrown out; and when they threw him out, they wrote a song about him as if he were dead. And it goes like this: Harry Pollitt was a worker; one of Lenin's lads He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads! Old Harry went to heaven He reached the Gates with ease, Said, "May I speak with Comrade God; I am Harry Pollitt please I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please, May I speak with Comrade God, I am Harry Pollitt please." "Who are you' said Saint Peter, "Are you humble and contrite?" "I'm a friend of Lady Astors." "Well, OK. that's quite alright. OK, that's quite alright, well OK. that's alright You're a friend of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright." They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like So he organized the angels and he led them out on strike Led them out on strike, Led them out on strike He organized the angels and he led them out on strike! One day when God was walking around heaven to medidate, Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate? Chalkin' slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate? Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy Ghost For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts Amongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts Well, the verdict it was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well' And he tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell Yes, he drifted down to hell, he drifted down to hell He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell. Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swell He's just been made the first people's commissar for soviet hell, Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of soviet hell He's just been made the first people's commissar of soviet hell! Well the moral of this story Is easy for to tell, If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to got to hell, If you want to be a bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell, Yes, you'll have to go to hell, If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to go to hell!