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John Mcdermott - Scotland For Ever
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John Mcdermott - Suo Gan
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John Mcdermott - Amazing Grace
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John Mcdermott - And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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John Mcdermott - Annie Laurie
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John Mcdermott - Auld Lang Syne
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John Mcdermott - Ave Maria
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John Mcdermott - Barbara Allan
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John Mcdermott - Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
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John Mcdermott - Bluebells Of Scotland
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John Mcdermott - By Yon Bonnie Banks
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John Mcdermott - Christmas In The Trenches
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John Mcdermott - Christmas Memories
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John Mcdermott - Danny Boy
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John Mcdermott - Daughter Of Mine
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John Mcdermott - Fairwell To Pripchat
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John Mcdermott - Farewell To Pripchat
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John Mcdermott - Flow Gently Sweet Afton
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John Mcdermott - Friend Like You
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John Mcdermott - Galway Bay
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John Mcdermott - Gesu Bambino
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John Mcdermott - Guardian Angel
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John Mcdermott - Hello In There
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John Mcdermott - Here, There And Everywhere
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John Mcdermott - Herere & Everywhere
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John Mcdermott - Instrumental Medley 1
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John Mcdermott - Instrumental Medley 2
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John Mcdermott - Kathleen
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John Mcdermott - Lachin Y Gair
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John Mcdermott - Lachin Y Gair (Dark Loch Nagar)
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John Mcdermott - Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming
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John Mcdermott - Mary Of Argyle
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John Mcdermott - Mother Machree
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John Mcdermott - My Ain Folk
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John Mcdermott - My Bonnie
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John Mcdermott - My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
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John Mcdermott - Natives
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John Mcdermott - Never Be The Sun
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John Mcdermott - No Change In Me
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John Mcdermott - O Holy Night
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John Mcdermott - O Little Town Of Bethleham
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John Mcdermott - O Little Town Of Bethlehem
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John Mcdermott - Oh Rowan Tree
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John Mcdermott - Old Tin Star
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John Mcdermott - One Last Cold Kiss
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John Mcdermott - One Small Star
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John Mcdermott - Panis Angelicus
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John Mcdermott - Postcard From Paris
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John Mcdermott - She Moved Thro' The Fair
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John Mcdermott - Silent Night
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John Mcdermott - Somewhere A Child Is Sleeping
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John Mcdermott - Sonny's Dream
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John Mcdermott - Steal Away
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John Mcdermott - Sweet Sister Mary
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John Mcdermott - The Bard Of Armagh
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John Mcdermott - The Bard Of Armaugh
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John Mcdermott - The Cliffs Of Doneen
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John Mcdermott - The Cliffs Of Dooneen
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John Mcdermott - The Dutchman
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John Mcdermott - The Faded Coat Of Blue
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John Mcdermott - The Fields Of Athenry
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John Mcdermott - The Green Fields Of France
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John Mcdermott - The Green Isle Of Erin
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John Mcdermott - The Harp That Once
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John Mcdermott - The Holly & The Ivy
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John Mcdermott - The Lark In The Clear Air
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John Mcdermott - The Last Rose Of Summer
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John Mcdermott - The Massacre Of Glencoe
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John Mcdermott - The Metting Of The Waters
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John Mcdermott - The Minstrel Boy
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John Mcdermott - The Mountains Of Mourne
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John Mcdermott - The Old House
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John Mcdermott - The Old Man
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John Mcdermott - The Parting Glass
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John Mcdermott - The Rose Of Tralee
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John Mcdermott - The Secret Of Christmas
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John Mcdermott - The Skye Boat Song
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John Mcdermott - The Spanish Lady
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John Mcdermott - The Spinningwheel
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John Mcdermott - The Sun Is Burning
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John Mcdermott - Voyage
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John Mcdermott - What Child Is This
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John Mcdermott - When I Grow Too Old To Dream
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John Mcdermott - When You And I Were Young, Maggie
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John Mcdermott - Wild Mountain Thyme
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John Mcdermott - Winter Clothes
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John Mcdermott - Ye Banks And Braes Of Bonnie Doon
Fairwell To Pripchat
John Mcdermott
The day that nightmare begun,
When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,
And entered our buildings at noon,
Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars
Beds, books and picture frames too,
We stood around helpless, confused,
Nobody knew what to do.
At two oclock on sunday the buses arrived,
A fleet of a thousand or more,
We were ordered to be on our way,
Not knowing what lay in store ,
Some of our citizens fled in dismay,
And looked for a good place to hide,
When four oclock came and the last bus pulled out,
Twas the day that our lively town died.
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And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind,
On the window ledge the withering plants,
And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door,
And the bikes in its usual stance.
Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped,
Theyve poisoned our fertile land,
The streets speak a deafening silence,
Nothing stirs but the sand.
A visit back home is so eerie today,
A modern pompei in view,
To see all the old shops ond the forest hotel,
And the promyet cinema too.
The momentos we gathered all left behind,
Our photos and letters and cards,
The toys of our children untouchable now,
Toy soldiers left standing on guard.
So fare thee well pripchat, my home and my soul,
Your sorrow can know no relief.
A terrifying glimpse of the future you show,
Your children all scattered like geese,
The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone.
As the nomadic era returns,
The questions in black and white blurred into grey,
The answer is too easy to learn.
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