go down on Galway Bay
For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands »
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by Johnny Cash
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And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know,
For the strangers came and tried to teach their way,]
They »
Galway Bay
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
by Bing Crosby
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And the women in the uplands digging praties
Speak a language that the strangers do no know.
For the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways, »
Galway Bay
Irish Songs, Country Style
by Hank Locklin
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And the women in the uplands digging praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the strangers came and tried to teach their way
They scorned »
Galway Bay [DVD]
A Little Bit of Irish [DVD]
by Bing Crosby
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your rifles to the sky boys
Fire that volley loud
News was bad on Upland ave., metuchen mourn our loss
Sons rebelled, while fathers yelled, »
Charlie Boy
The Lumineers
by The Lumineers
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the people you wanted to be before
Summer here is over you can feel it in the air
From the down-town shells to the Upland hills
The chill is everywhere »
It's Never Too Late to Be Alone
Twisted
by Del Amitri
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And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
Yet the stangers came and tried to teach us their way.
They »
Galway Bay
Hear My Song Violetta (The EMI Recordings 1947-1955)
by Debroy Somers
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Green pastures
The shepherds
Watch their sheep
The low large moon
Shines glim'ring
O'er all
The Upland steep
What music
Of the heavens
What »
Gloria in Excelsis
Christmas
by Al Jarreau
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as they blow;
And the women in the uplands digging praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know,
For the strangers came and tried »
Galway Bay
Irish Collection
by Daniel O'Donnell
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by the heather as they bloom
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the stranger came »
Galway Bay
Celtic Tenor
by John McDermott
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man sing the blues
From the north coast
To the uplands
Stay on the left side of the white lines
From the Campsies
Over Christmas
I still dream »
Fergus Sings the Blues
When the World Knows Your Name
by Deacon Blue
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as they blow;
And the women in the uplands digging praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know,
For the strangers came and tried to teach »
Galway Bay
The Last Rose of Summer: Best Loved Songs of Ireland
by Ann Murray
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And the women in the uplands digging ??????
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
Oh, the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways
They »
You're the Reason
This Is Daniel O'Donnell
by Daniel O'Donnell
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releases my fate
Half wayside of life and emptiness
Upland in distant night of galaxies
Glass awake the symbol of passage
Reflection demands the quest »
Oblivious Darkness
Quod Superius, Sicut Infernius
by Astarte
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as they blow,
And the women in the uplands digging praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.
Yet the strangers came and tried to teach »
Galway Bay
Songs from the Heart
by Celtic Woman
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Uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard »
The Lady of Shalott
The Visit
by Loreena McKennitt
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