Songs

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Farewell to the house, remember its pleasures.
Take leave of the oak and the ivy also, to
Hold fast the fields that as children we treasured,
For we live now beyond all we know.

May we find home, home, wherever we roam,
Though night and storm lie between us.
Home, home, the morning will come,
With friends to restore us again.

Here’s to the stories that cling to its chimneys,
Here’s to the dances stepped out on its floor.
Here’s to the family and friends that it’s sheltered
Whose shadows forget now its door.

May they find home…

When I’m weary with road, behind and before me,
When old friends have fallen and young love has fled,
May fate and its fortune return and reclaim me
At evening and lay me to bed.

May I find home…

Long may the arms of a loved one surround you,
Long may the face of an old friend be near.
Long may the walls of your kitchen resound
With the voices of young children clear.

May you find home…

ADDITIONAL VERSE WRITTEN AND SUNG FOR CHRIS

Here’s to Chris Caswell and the music you brought us
To the tunes, and the laughter and the whisky also
Late nights of harping and drumming and piping
You’ve giv’n us far more than you know.

May you find home…

Farewell to the Bard, remember his music
Hold fast to the wit and wisdom we know
Embrace all his harps and the spirit we treasure
And long may his legacy flow.

May you find home…

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Louis Collins took a trip out west
And when he returned little Delia’d gone to rest
The angels laid her away
Louis said to Delia, “That’s the sad thing with life,
“People always leaving just as other folks arrive”
The angels laid her away
When the people heard that Delia was dead
All them gentlemen they dressed in red
The angels laid her away

The angels laid her away
Laid her six feet under the clay
The angels laid her away

Louis went downtown for a new suit of clothes
Gonna dress up for Delia like a fine red rose
The angels laid him away
He brought a ten-gallon Stetson it was oxblood red
Then Stackalee shot Louis in the back of the head
The angels laid him away
Stackalee said to Louis, “Oh now, don’t you grieve,
I’m sending you to Delia you won’t ever have to leave”
The angels laid him away

The angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away

The judge was a mean one, his name was “Hangin Billy” Lyons
He said, “You’ve always been a bad man, Stack, you’re gonna hang this time”
The angels laid him away
And the jailer said to Stackalee, “What’s the problem with you?”
“Oh, jailer, Louis Collins ghost brought Delia’s with him too”
The angels laid him away

The angels laid him away
Laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away

They buried little Delia in the churchyard deep
Louis Collins at her head, Stackalee at her feet
The angels laid them away
And out of Delia’s bed came briars, out of Louis’ bed a rose
And out of Stackalee’s came Stackalee’s cold lonely little ghost
The angels laid them away
And I’m looking over rooftops and I’m hoping that it ain’t true
That the same God looked out for them looks out for me and you
The angels laid them away


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