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Waterboys : An Appointment With Mr Yeats
2011

  1. Song Of Wandering Aengus
  2. Sweet Dancer
  3. White Birds
  4. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
  5. Mad As The Mist And Snow
  6. September 1913
  7. Politics

Song Of Wandering Aengus

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I went out to the hazel wood
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Because a fire was in my head
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And cut and peeled a hazel wand
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And hooked a berry to a thread
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B
And when white moths were on the wing
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And moth-like stars were flickering out
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B
I dropped the berry in a stream
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And caught a little silver trout When I had laid it on the ground I went to blow the fire a-flame But something made a rustling sound And some one 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 faded through the brightening air Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone And kiss her lips and take her hands And walk among long dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun

Sweet Dancer

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The girl goes dancing there
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B
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On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth grass of the garden
F#m
Escaped from her bitter youth
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Escaped out of her crowd
B
Or out of her black cloud
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A
B
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer
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B
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer If strange men come from the house To lead her away, please, do not say she's crazy Lead them gently astray Let her finish her dance Finish her dance Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer
C#m
B
She sings as the moon sings, I am I, I am I
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E
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) The greater grows my light, the further shall I fly
C#m
B
I hear the wind a-blow, I hear the grass a-grow
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B
And all that I know, I know, I know The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth grass of the garden Let her finish the dance Let her finish the dance Finish the dance Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer

White Birds

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Em
I would that we were, my beloved
F
White birds on the foam of the sea
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Am
Far from the rose and the lily
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G
C
And the fret of the flames would we be And the flame of the blue star of twilight Hung low on the rim of the sky Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved A sadness that may never die A sadness that may never die A weariness comes from those dreamers Dew-dabbled, the lily and rose Ah, dream not of that, my beloved The flame of the meteor that goes Or the flame of the blue star that lingers Hung low in the fall of the dew For I would we were changed, my beloved To white birds on the foam, I and you To white birds on the foam, I and you
Em
Bend low, that I may crown you Flower of the branch
Am
Silver fish my hands have taken From the running stream
F
Morning star, trembling in the heavens
G
Like a white fawn on the border of a wood Bend that I may crown you That I may crown you And the flame of the blue star of twilight Hung low on the rim of the sky Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved A sadness that may never die A sadness that may never die Soon far from the rose and the lily And fret of the flames would we be Were we only white birds, my beloved White birds on the foam of the sea White birds on the foam of the sea

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

A
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
A
Nine bean rows will I have there, and a hive for the honeybee
D
A
And a small cabin, of clay and wattles made
E
C
G
D
A
And I will live alone in the bee-loud glade And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow Where midnight's all a-glimmer and noon's a purple glow Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings And the evening full, full of the linnet's wings I will arise and go now for always night and day While I stand on the roadside or on the pavement gray I hear lake water lapping low sounds of the shore I hear it in the deep, the deep heart's core
A
Aah! Aah! Aah!
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A
There midnight's all a-glimmer and noon a purple glow
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C
G
D
A
I will arise and go

Mad As The Mist And Snow

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Bolt and bar the shutter
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A
For the foul winds blow
G
Our minds are at their best this night
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A
And I seem to know
G
That everything outside us is
D
A
Mad as the mist and snow
D
A
Mad as the mist and snow Horace by Homer stands Plato stands below And here is Tully's open page How many years ago Were you and I lads Mad as the mist and snow Mad as the mist and snow What makes me sigh? What makes me shudder so? I shudder and I sigh to think That even Cicero And many-minded Homer were Mad as the mist and snow And Cicero and Homer were Mad as the mist and snow Mad as the mist and snow
A
Mad as the mist and snow!

September 1913

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What need you being come to sense But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer until
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You've dried the marrow from the bone
D
Bm
For men were born to pray and save, pray and save
G/g#
G
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
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Bm
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave Yet they were of a different kind Those names that stilled your childish play They have gone about the world like wind But little time had they to pray For whom the hangman's rope was spun And what, God help us, could they save, could they save? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave Was it for this the wild geese spread? The grey wing upon every tide For this that all that blood was shed For this Fitzgerald died And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone All that delirium of the brave of the brave Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave Yet could we turn the years again And we call those exiles as they were In all their loneliness and pain You'd cry: "Some woman's yellow hair..." "Has maddened every mother's son" They weighed so lightly what they gave, what they gave But let them be, they're dead and gone They're with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave But let them be, they're dead and gone They're with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave In the grave, in the grave...

Politics

Bm
G
A
D
How can I, that girl standing there, my attention fix?
F#
Bm
On Roman or on Russian or on Spanish politics?
Bm
G
A
D
Yet here's a travelled man who knows what he talks about
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And there's a politician that has read and thought
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G
D
F#
And maybe what they say is true of war and war's alarms
Bm
G
D
F#
But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms How can I, that girl standing there, my attention fix? On Roman or on Russian or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man who knows what he talks about And there's a politician that has read and thought And maybe what they say is true of war and war's alarms But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms And maybe what they say is true of war and war's alarms But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms