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Three Sails

by The Kissers

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1.
Recruiting Sergeant As I was walking down the road And feeling fine and larky oh A recruiting sergeant came to me Said, you'd look fine in khaki oh For the King he is in need of men Come read this proclamation oh A life in Flanders for you then Would be a fine vacation oh That may be so says I to him But sergeant tell me dearie-oh If I had a pack upon my back Would I look fine and cheerie oh For they have you train and drill until They have you with the Frenchies oh It may be warm in Flanders But it's draughty in the trenches oh The sergeant smiled and winked his eye His smile was most provoking oh He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache And said, I know you're joking oh For the sandbags are so warm and high The wind you won't feel blowing oh I winked at a cailin passing by Says I, what if it's snowing oh Come rain or hail or wind or snow I'm not going out to Flanders oh There's fighting in Dublin to be done Let your sergeants and your commanders go Let Englishmen fight English wars It's nearly time they started oh I bid the sergeant a very good night And there and then we parted oh
2.
It's in the evening after dark when the blackleg miner creeps to work, With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt, There goes the blackleg miner. Well, he grabs his duds and down he goes, To hew the coal that lies below, There's only one woman in this town row Who will even look at the blackleg miner. Cheeks as red as a blooming rose And eyes are the prettiest brown She's the darling of my heart Sweetest little girl in town   Oh, Delaval is a terrible place, They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face, And around the heaps they run a footrace to catch the blackleg miner. And even down near the Seghill mine, Across the way they stretch a line To catch the throat, to break the spine of the dirty blackleg miner. They grabbed his duds, his picks as well, And they hoy them down the pit of hell, Down you go, we pay you well, You dirty blackleg miner. When I was a little boy I wanted a Bowie knife And now I want little Shady Grove To say she'll be my wife Shady Grove instrumental It's in the evening after dark that the blackleg miner creeps to work, With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt, There goes the blackleg miner. So join the union while you may, Don't wait 'til your dying day For that may not be far away...... You dirty blackleg miner.  Shady Grove, my little love Shady Grove I say Shady Grove, my little love I'm bound to go away It's in the evening after dark that the blackleg miner creeps to work, With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt, There goes the blackleg miner.
3.
It was down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
 When an armed line of marching men in squadrons passed me by 
No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
 But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war 
It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar 
 And from the plains of Royal Meath brave men came hurrying through 
While Britannia's Huns, with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel 
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true 
And when morning broke, the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew Oh the bravest fell, and the solemn bell rang mournfully and clear
 For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
 While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew Back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
 For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
 But to and fro in my dreams I go and I sing and I think of you,
 For slavery fled, both living and dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.
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Well it's by the hush, me boys, be sure to hold your noise  And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration  I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed  So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation  Here's to you boys, take my advice  To America I suggest you don't go  They do nothing but make war, where the murderin' cannons roar  And I wish I was back home in dear old Dublin  Well I sold my horse and plow, my little pigs and sow  My little plot of land I did part with  And my sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see  For I left her there that morning broken-hearted  Well myself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er  Our fortunes to be made we were thinkin'  When we got to Yankee land, they put a gun into our hands  Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"  Here's to you boys, take my advice  To America I suggest you don't go  They do nothing but make war, where the murderin' cannons roar  And I wish I was back home in dear old Dublin  General Meagher he said, if you get shot or lose your head  Every one of you will get a pension  Well myself I lost a leg, they gave me a wooden peg,  And by God this is the truth to you I mention  Well I consider myself in luck, if I get paid a sinlge buck  While Ireland is the country I delight in  To the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay  For I'm sick to death of all of your hard fighting' Here's to you boys, take my advice  To America I suggest you don't go  They do nothing but make war, where the murderin' cannons roar  And I wish I was back home in dear old Dublin 
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She seems to know She often really knows In laughter and in sadness And in everything je ne sais quoi She hears this man Saying everything backwards Like weakness is a strength Through hate comes love now that's je ne sais quoi To the wind three sheets and all All the way to Montreal North to Montreal Il contredit He lives two lives at once When alone he sees the universe With others it's je ne sais quoi To the wind three sheets and all All the way to Montreal North to Montreal Snow and rain and hail will fall All the way to Montreal North to Montreal He says impenetrable Means knock down all the walls Surrender means you win Through death comes life c'mon je ne sais quoi She seems to know She always seems to know In laughter and in sadness And every time he says…je ne sais quoi To the wind three sheets and all All the way to Montreal North to Montreal Snow and rain and hail will fall All the way to Montreal North to Montreal
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On Three Sails, The Kissers reach back to the roots of the music that first inspired them, exploring the more nuanced and delicate elements of trad Irish, deftly blended with a measure of the sturdy Celtic rock the band was built upon. Using traditional acoustic instruments like the uilleann pipes and the bodhrán (Irish drum) along with unusual tunings and odd time signatures, the band has reimagined itself while staying true to its essence.

Standards like Recruiting Sergeant, Blackleg Miner, and Paddy’s Lament rest comfortably alongside fresh originals. For Foggy Dew, Monica Martin of PHOX guests on vocals, transforming a traditional tune into a work of breathtaking beauty and emotion. Three Sails is the sound of a skilled veteran band whose deep love for the music and relentless search for fresh musical inspiration have sparked a creative renaissance.

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released December 13, 2014

Joe Bernstein - Bodhrán, Vocals, Foot Stomps
Mike Cammilleri - Accordions
Bryan Elliott - Whistles, Vocals, Uiliean Pipes
Ken Fitzsimmons - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric & Upright Bass
Brendan Franklin - Acoustic Guitars, Banjo, Vocals
Kevin Youngs - Mandolin, Irish Bouzouki, Vocals
Jon Vriesacker - Fiddle

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The Kissers Madison, Wisconsin

The Kissers bring a fresh, original kick to Celtic music. Forged during legendary Monday nights at Madison's O’Cayz Corral, and honed through 1000 nights on the road, their sound blends sharp musicianship, black humor and the lilt and lyricism of the ancient melodies. Rock musicians who learned Irish music, The Kissers explore the roots of that tradition while retaining their own unique essence. ... more

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