This world is a sweeter place because of songs like this. So thanks, Kate. I have always loved your distinctive voice and way of singing that make your music even more beautiful.

Ben Watt (vocals, guitar) accompanied by Bernard Butler (guitar). A live session of three brand new songs for the Gideon Coe show on BBC6Music. The songs are part of Ben's new solo album, currently being recorded and due for release next spring. Hear Ben and Bernard live in November. Tickets and info at http://www.benwatt.com/dates

Ben Watt / Bricks And Wood (Live On 6Music, 31.10.13)

Kate Rusby - Underneath the Stars - Falling

Dublin in the Rare Ould Times
by Pete St. John

Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown
Of passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children’s rhymes
That once was part of Dublin, in the rare ould times.

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I’ll remember Dublin City, in the rare ould times.

My name it is Seán Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory.

I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul.

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I’ll remember Dublin City, in the rare ould times.

The years have made me bitter, the gargle’s dimmed me brain
‘Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town.

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times.

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I’ll remember Dublin City, in the rare ould times.

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I’ll remember Dublin City, in the rare ould times.

Performed and recorded by Darren McCarra and David McGettigan (Na Saoirsí).
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Dublin in the Rare Ould Times

McElwee’s Farewell (Farewell to Bellaghy)
by Gerry O'Glacain

Farewell to Bellaghy, likewise Tamlaghtduff
And the green hills of Derry, that I dearly love
My thoughts return to you, from my dark H-Block cell
So friends and brave comrades, I bid you farewell.

For hundreds of years now, we've kept on the fight
And the history books told me, of Ireland's plight
So with gallant Francis, I followed the cause
To conquer the tyrant, and defy England's laws.

Farewell to Bellaghy, likewise Tamlaghtduff
And the green hills of Derry, that I dearly love
My thoughts return to you, from my dark H-Block cell
So friends and brave comrades, I bid you farewell.

Through the hills of south Derry, we marched and we drilled
To our exploits in action, all Irish youth thrilled
Most feared men in Ulster, volunteers on the run
We give England her answer, from the barrels of our guns.

Farewell to Bellaghy, likewise Tamlaghtduff
And the green hills of Derry, that I dearly love
My thoughts return to you, from my dark H-Block cell
So friends and brave comrades, I bid you farewell.

Oh gallant south Derry, you are forever blessed
In the struggle for freedom, you have given your best
There's Hughes and there's Bateson, Sheridan and Lee
And inscribed with their names now, brave Tom McElwee.

Farewell to Bellaghy, likewise Tamlaghtduff
And the green hills of Derry, that I dearly love
My thoughts return to you, from my dark H-Block cell
So friends and brave comrades, I bid you farewell.

Performed and recorded by Darren McCarra and David McGettigan (Na Saoirsí).
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McElwee's Farewell (Farewell to Bellaghy)

Land Below The Waves

Tir A' Mhurain

Raglan Road
by Patrick Kavanagh

On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger, yet I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said, "Let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day"

On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged
The 'Queen of Hearts' still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at dawn of day

Performed and recorded by Darren McCarra and David McGettigan (Na Saoirsí).
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Raglan Road

I'm going Down

Voyage

Seven Drunken Nights

Fur Coat Blues

Tevo Howard Feat. Tracey Thorn - Without Me (Hyena Stomp Remix)

Sweet Liberty

There Were Roses

1. Looking For The Right Thing
2. Ain't It A Shame
3. Beat On Down
4. The Revival

www.jamestownrevival.com

This album was produced, engineered, played, and designed by Jonathan Clay & Zach Chance.  It was mixed by Ryan Lipman

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