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#		Title	Length
			1:17:53
1		Irish Ways and Laws	4:36	Play
2		Wait For Me	7:09	Play
3		Man of the House	5:57	Play
4		Farewell Clonbur	4:08	Play
5		Lark in the Morning / Kesh / Old Joes	7:53	Play
6		Streets of Baltimore	4:18	Play
7		She Moved Through the Fair & Ms. Hamilton	6:10	Play
8		Kelly the Boy from Killanne	5:03	Play
9		McGoverns Reel / Sheepskin & Beeswax	5:16	Play
10		Yes Sister	3:58	Play
11		Danny Boy	4:40	Play
12		The Whale Song / Sally Gardens	5:18	Play
13		South Baltimore Lullaby	2:56	Play
14		Streams of Whiskey	5:13	Play
15		Battle of Baltimore	5:18	Play

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I first saw O'Malley's March seven years ago, in a cavernous American Legion hall, at their first CD release Party. True to their Celtic roots, they had a smoke machine. You haven't lived till you've heard "Black Velvet Band" from what appears to be a cloud bank at 30,000 feet.

O'Malley's March has never been afraid to push the envelope, to make their songs fun and accessible while remaining true to the spirit of Irish music.

Now here is their fourth CD. It's also their first "live" recording, conveying a real sense of the band's on-stage excitement, only whithout the cover charge, $5 beers and cigarette haze.

From the plaintive "Wait For Me" to the hope-filled "Streets of Baltimore" to the rollicking Pogues anthem "Streams of Whiskey," these songs reflect the mix of traditional folk tunes and contemporary influences that continue to shape the band.

Two founding members, Paul Levin and Bob Baum, have passed on. They are sorely missed. But the timeless themes of love and longing, of rebellion and emigration, still echo from Martin's vocals, Jared's harp, Jamie's drums, from Ralph on the guitar and Pete on the bass. And the two talented "Kids," Sean on the accordion and Jim on the fiddle, infuse O'Malley's March with a fresh, edgy dynamic.

It has been a privilege and a pleasure to watch these guys all these years, and I would say that even if they hadn't brought me many Harps, which, God bless 'em, they have.

Kevin Cowherd Feb. 2004




The Players:

Jared Denhard - harp, trombone, highland pipes & whistle

Jim Eagan - fiddle

Sean McComiskey - button accordian

Pete Miller - electric bass, Zeta upright crossover electric bass, and vocals

Martin O'Malley - vocals, acoustic guitar, whistle

Ralph Reinoldi - 6 & 12 string electric guitar, octave mandolin, mandolin, & vocals

Jamie Wilson - drums, vocals


HERE ARE SOME LYRICS:

Wait For Me
(lyrics & music by Martin O'Malley)

There's a young man at the harbor,
And he stares across the sea.
With family all around him
Gripping fears of what might be.
Before he leaves to save his future,
He wipes the tears so she might see.
Finally turns to kiss his mother,
Wait for me.

From the first days of his exile,
He relies on hope and pride.
Finds love in his new country,
Asks his young girl to be his bride.
And the years fly by quickly,
In this new land of the free.
He grieves alone for his parents,
Wait for me.

Well, his sons, they won the World Wars,
His daughters grew up fine and strong.
His descendants, they were many,
And his days were bright and long.
When they waked him, there was whiskey,
Bells of Ireland, his greenery.
Irish songs of sweet remembrance,
Wait for me.


Theres an old man at the airport,
Back across the years so long.
Hes kept his grandpas promise,
His kids still sing the songs.
Before he bids farewell to Ireland,
And flies home across the sea,
He can hear his own heart saying,
Wait for me.
Oro! Se do bheatha waille.

(Hail! Welcome home.)


Martin O'Malley




Farewell Clonbur
(lyrics & music by Martin O'Malley)


Farewell Clonbur, your green valleys
and your streams
your lake isles and your mountains
where I have lately been.
May the kindness of your people
like your gentle peace endure.
Farewell, farewell, farewell
Sweet Clonbur

In a world more full of sorrows
than you can understand
theres a place where all your worries
are eased by Gods great hand.
Where the journey of a lifetime
is a short road from the shore
to the ancient lake isle castle
that guards the rising past
To sweet Clonbur

In the quiet of the evening
as the sunset paints the sky
take a walk down by her mild ports
repeat then wonder why
if truth, and love, and beauty
are the things that will endure
why do I morn to leave a while
the friends and soft green hills
Of sweet Clonbur

Farewell Clonbur
your green valleys and your streams
your lake isles and your mountains
where I have lately been.
May the kindness of your people
like your gentle peace endure
farewell, farewell, farewell
Sweet Clonbur


Martin O'Malley


The song was written after its author visited the hometown of his Irish heritage, Clonbur.

"This quiet village, near Cong and the Mayo border, is an ideal centre for the trout angler as it nestles easily between the two great lakes of Corrib and Mast. For the more adventurous, Mount Gable lies just 2 km to the West, and is an easy climb of about one hour's duration. The effort is worthwhile because the views of Lough Corrib stretching away to the south, Lough Mask to the north and the Connemara mountains to the west are simply stupendous." http://galway.goireland.com




Streets of Baltimore
(Lyrics and music by Martin O'Malley)

To work the land from dawn to dusk
was Fathers highest goal.
And I sat myself to do the same
when the dear Lord took his soul.
But the land we worked was not our own
and the fruit of my two hands
was carted off to England
to suit the Landlords plans.
By the black year 47
the landlords game was plain
Starvation was the rent wed pay
in a country filled with grain.
Mid sobs of hungry children
we left the shamrock shore
And traded desperation
for the home of Baltimore.

Chorus: Come up on the deck this morning
and give your hand to me.
And see the flag that flies above
this new land of the free.
Come up on the deck this morning
and dance upon the shore.
And walk with me to freedom
through the streets of Baltimore.


Our voyage was a hard one
on Atlantics icy waves.
Free passage on a coffin ship
the landlord used as slaves.
Trading every scrap we had
to keep the children well
paying for salvation
from that rolling wretched hell.
With every passing day it seemed
we buried friends at sea
and wondered if wed stayed at home
how worse our plight could be.
With fever, rage at fore and aft
we finally reached the bay
and thanked the Lord that died for us
wed lived until that day.

(chorus)

Well, from that day to this one
Ive made it on my own
with a helping hand from Father Mac
and the mighty B&O.
A little house near St. Johns
and a grandchild on the way.
We often light a candle
as we think about that day.
For to leave our homes in Ireland
it left us numb with pain.
And the parents that we left behind
we never saw again.
If I live to be one hundred
on Americas brave shore.
I never will forget the day
we came to Baltimore.

(chorus)


Martin O'Malley



South Baltimore Lullabye
(lyrics & music by Martin O'Malley)


Where the city lights dance on the waves,
And the cool breeze blows off the bay,
When your limbs lie down, as your rest is found,
At the dimming of the day,
I know then that I'll think of you,
And I pray you'll think of me,
May St. Mary's light guide you tonight,
As the stars watch over the sea.

As the years go by, and the banshee's cry,
Marks the time that souls must flee,
From our short time here, to the rest that's near,
When the calm returns to the sea,
Though time and space pull us apart,
In my heart you'll always be,
So, may St. Mary's light guard you tonight
As the stars watch over the sea.

May St. Mary's light guide you tonight,
As the stars watch over the sea.



Martin O'Malley