Great Song ! Love it ! Your voice is just awesome, and you sing a wonderful version of this classic song ! Well Done ! Marvellous Upload ! Thank you so much Elle Marie for sharing this fantastic song ! 5*+
I love this song and you sing it so beautifully. I have been learning it to sing at our folk club tomorrow for St Patrick's night. My 3x great grandfather came from County Cork to England in the early 1800s. I don't think he ever got to return. I'll be singing it for him.
Ó thuaidh... I'm overseas like the rest of us.... absolutely marvelous to hear such a full version and sung so well... ar fheabhas ar fad... Corcaigh Abú!
My sister and I have been researching our ancestry and found out that our 5 times great grandfather was from County Cork. I came upon this song while reading about County Cork. I love this. You have a lovely voice.
Oh how oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree, Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. And then in the springtime of laughter and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along Meet the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee 'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song Its gems shed their light to the world And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong, The standard St. Patrick unfurled. Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best And my fond bosom's partner with me We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest By thy waters, my own lovely Lee, Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore. While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine Brings longing for freedom once more. Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave Is that my last crimson drop be for thee, To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
Sorry to hear about the death of your aunt Alan. Im sure she would have loved to have "The Banks" ringing out for her! Thank you for using my version at the funeral. Every good wish to you for 2013
Awesome Elle by far the best version ive heard sang with passion Rebels Abu.
What a beautiful voice. What a wonderful song. I'll be heading to County Cork in the near future, with this song in my head.
Superb rendition of the Cork Anthem. Elle Marie is an immensely talented vocalist and this is a brilliant performance. Well done!!
One of the best "Banks"....had great times in Cork some years ago.
A beautiful rendition your grandmother Eily Lynam would be so proud also a talented singer ❤❤
I'm not from Cork...but I adore this lovely song & the game hurling...Lovely singing..
What a beautiful job you do of singing this great song.. I love it your voice is just lovely
Great Song ! Love it ! Your voice is just awesome, and you sing a wonderful version of this classic song ! Well Done ! Marvellous Upload ! Thank you so much Elle Marie for sharing this fantastic song ! 5*+
Thanks for ALL the verses, brilliant, lovely voice :)
I am a dub, but my god i love that song, beautifully sung too.
I love this song and you sing it so beautifully. I have been learning it to sing at our folk club tomorrow for St Patrick's night. My 3x great grandfather came from County Cork to England in the early 1800s. I don't think he ever got to return. I'll be singing it for him.
A beautiful Irish Ballad sung by a lovely singer
Lovely version of the song, I shall be using it at my late aunt's funeral in Scotland as she was originally from Cork city in Ireland :-)
Ó thuaidh... I'm overseas like the rest of us.... absolutely marvelous to hear such a full version and sung so well... ar fheabhas ar fad... Corcaigh Abú!
Seldom we hear the full version. Well done Elle Marie.
Great to hear all four verses.
soooo beautiful!!!
My sister and I have been researching our ancestry and found out that our 5 times great grandfather was from County Cork. I came upon this song while reading about County Cork. I love this. You have a lovely voice.
beautiful love my own counties song :)
I enjoy her grace notes that are so typically Irish. A favorite of my Dad, Corkman by birth but Sligo-raised.
A Cork man sang this at the vigil in George Square, Glasgow to remembver Karen Buckley, the murdered student from Mounre Abbey. RIP, Karen.
R. I. P. Karen.
Robert ( another Irish immigrant )
R.I.P. Karen Buckley. 🇧🇭 🇨🇮
I had to memorise this song for the 1916 annerversay at scoil bhride eglantine for the lord Mayor
lovely lovely song vincent o brien
Lovely Elle Marie
Lovely well sung
Beautiful
Ooh you little angel singing there
Oh how oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away,
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay.
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree,
Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
And then in the springtime of laughter and song
Can I ever forget the sweet hours?
With the friends of my youth as we rambled along
Meet the green mossy banks and wild flowers.
Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song
Its gems shed their light to the world
And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong,
The standard St. Patrick unfurled.
Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best
And my fond bosom's partner with me
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,
Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline
To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore.
While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine
Brings longing for freedom once more.
Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave
Is that my last crimson drop be for thee,
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
UP the rebels
Sorry to hear about the death of your aunt Alan. Im sure she would have loved to have "The Banks" ringing out for her! Thank you for using my version at the funeral. Every good wish to you for 2013
Brilliant
Brilliant
Ellemarie AMAZING from Erin your past pupil
I am so proud! Imagine not being from Cork. I....
Thank you Erin :)
Thanks Musicalchick18 :)
"Patriots!"
ah the county hall in the distance, lol paying my car tax
no problemo