RYANMcGIVER

TROUBLEDin MIND

RYANMcGIVER

TROUBLEDin MIND

1 THE MURDER of ROSE CONNOLLY

2 THE BRAVE VOLUNTEER

3 THE PLAINS of ILLINOIS

4 TAZEWELL GIRL (Neil Driscoll)

5 TEXAS GIRL at the FUNERAL of HER FATHER (Randy Newman)

6 THE DYING SOLIDER

7 I’M TROUBLED, I’M TROUBLED

8 GEORGIE

9 FAREWELL DEAREST NANCY

10 I WOULDN’T MIND DYING

All songs traditional unless otherwise

noted.

TraditionalArr. McGiver

& Ismaily

Down in the willow gardenMy love and I did meet.And there we sat a courtingMy love dropped off to sleep.I had a bottle of burgundy wineMy true love did not knowAnd there I poisoned my dear little girlDown on the banks below.

I drew my rapier through herIt was a bloody knife.I threw her into the riverWhich was a dreadful sight.My father often told meThat money would set me freeIf I would murder that dear little girlWho’s name was Rose Connolly.

And now he stands at his cabin door,Wiping his weeping eyes,A-gazing on his own dear sonUpon the scaffold high.My race is run beneath the sun,The devil is waitin’ for meFor I did murder that dear little girlWho’s name was Rose Connolly.

Down in the willow gardenMy love and I did meet.And there we sat a courtingMy love dropped off to sleep.

Ryan McGiver Vocals, Guitar

Stephanie Coleman Harmony Vocals,

Fiddle

Jason SypherDouble Bass

Cleek SchreyPump Organ

Howard ArnCello

Shahzad IsmailyPump Organ, Berna

Face

TheMURDERof ROSECONNOLY

One mornin’, one mornin’, one mornin’ in MayI spied a young couple a-walkin’ this way.One was a lady, a lady so fair,The other a soldier and a brave volunteer.

“Good mornin’, good mornin’, good mornin’,” said he.“Oh where are you goin’ my pretty lady?”“I’m goin’ a-walkin’ because it is spring,To see the waters glide, hear the nightingales sing.”

Well they hadn’t been there but for an hour or two.When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew.And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring,No sweeter the song then when the nightingales sing.

“Pretty soldier, pretty soldier, will you now marry me?”“Oh, no, pretty lady, that never could be.I had a wife in old London and children twice three.One wife and the Army’s a-plenty for me.”

“But I’ll go back to old London and stay there a while.And I’ll think of you often and sweetly, my child.If I return it will be in the spring, To see the waters glide and the hear nightingales sing.”

Ryan McGiverVocals, Guitars

Susan McKeownHarmony Vocals

Cillian VallelyLow Whistles

Eamon O’ LearyBouzouki

Nick ReebFiddle

Shahzad IsmailyPump Organ, Bass

Pump Organ

Come and Gone

TheBRAVEVOLUNTEER

TraditionalArr. McGiver,

Ismaily & O’Leary

Come, all you good old farmers that on your plow depend,Come listen to a story, come listen to a friend.Leave your fields of childhood, you enterprising boys,And travel west and settle on the plains of Illinois.

Illinois is fine a country as ever has been seen. If old Adam had traveled over, perhaps he’d say the same.“All in the garden of Eden, when I was but a boy,There was nothing I could compare with the plains of Illinois.”

Perhaps you have a few acres that near your friends adjoin;Your family’s growing large, for them you must provide.Come, leave this field of childhood, you enterprising boy,Travel west and settle on the plains of Illinois.

Ryan McGiverVocals, Guitar

Jason SypherDouble Bass

Pádraig RynneConcertina

Shahzad IsmailyPump Organ

Sunset on the Prairie

The

Lyrics Traditional; Music written by

Jason Sypher; Arr. McGiver

& Ismaily

PLAINSof ILLINOIS

TAZEWELLTazewell girl her blue eyes shiningBegged me not to roam,But shadows now will settle inAll around our mountain home.

So hear the wind moanin’ low,And see the high clouds flyin’.They are free to come and goAs I lay here dyin’

Lynchburg Town to me was calling,So I went off alone.But shadows now will settle inAll around our mountain home.

On scaffold high, no fear of falling,I worked with brick and stone.But shadows now will settle inAll around her mountain home

Ryan McGiver Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

At the Cabin Door

GIRLNeil Driscoll

Arr. Ryan McGiver

TEXAS

FUNERAL

FATHERof HER

at the

Here I am lost in the wind‘Round in circles sailingLike a ship that never comes inStanding by myself.

Sing a sad song for a good manSing a sad song for meSing a sad song for the sailorA thousand miles from the sea

Here I am alone on the plainSun’s going downIt’s starting to rainPapa we’ll go sailing

Ryan McGiverVocals, Guitar

Cassandra JenkinsHarmony Vocals

Pat ManganFiddle

Shahzad IsmailyPump Organ, Berna

Doug WieselmanClarinet, Bass Clarinet

Papa Will Go Sailing

GIRL

Randy NewmanAll Rights Reserved

TraditionalArr. O’Leary & McGiver

Oh Brother Green, please come to meFor I am shot and bleeding.Now I must die, no more to see, My wife and dear children

The southern foe has laid me low,On this cold ground to suffer.Stay brother stay and lay me awayAnd write my wife a letter.

Tell her that I’m prepared to dieAnd want to meet in heaven.Since I believe in Jesus ChristMy sins are all forgiven.

Oh Brother Green, I am dying now.Oh see that I die so easy.Oh surely death has lost it stingBecause I love my savior.

Oh tell my wife she must not weep.Oh kiss my dear little children,For they will call for me in veinWhen I am gone to heaven.

Ryan McGiverVocals, Guitar

Eamon O’ LearyBouzouki

Jefferson HamerTenor Harmony Vocals

Shahzad IsmailyElectric Bass, Percussion,

Baritone Vocals

Nick ReebFiddle

Attending Angel

TheDYINGSOLDIER

I’m Troubled

TraditionalArr. McGiver

& Ismaily

Meeting is pleasure and parting is a griefAnd a false-hearted lover is worse than a thiefA thief can but rob you and take what you’ve savedBut a false-hearted lover, she’ll take you to your grave

The grave will decay you and turn you to dustAin’t a girl in a million that a poor boy can trustThey’ll hug you, they’ll kiss you, they’ll tell you more liesThen the cross ties on a railroad or the stars in the sky

I’m troubled, I’m troubledI’m troubled in mindIf trouble don’t kill meI’ll live a long time

I’m goin’ to the country, I’m goin’ for to roamGoing to the Catskills, for to make it my homeI’ll build me a cabin, on a mountain so highWhere the wild birds and turtle doves can hear my sad cry

Ryan McGiverVocals, Acoustic guitar

Shahzad IsmailyElectric Bass, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Harmony Vocals

Troubled In Mind

I’MTROUBLED,

TraditionalArr. Dana Lyn,

McGiver & Ismaily

What has he done, who has he killed?Was it stealing or murder of any?No, he stole sixteen of the lord judge’s deerAnd we sold them down under the valley

Oh saddle em up cries my lily-white breastOh saddle me up cries my ponyWith bright guns in his hand and a sword at his sideWould you spare me the life of my Georgie?

Georgie’s the father of six babes lovedThe seventh one in my bodyBut I’m willing to part with all I have gotIf you’ll spare me the life of my Georgie

George shall be hung in the frames of goldIn the frames of gold you won’t find manyBut I’m willing to part with all I have gotIf you’ll spare me the life of my Georgie

Wish you were stalled all in the groveAll in the grove standing readyWith bright guns in your hand and a sword at your sideI’d fight you for the life of my Georgie

What has he done, who has he killed?Was it stealing or murder of any?No, he stole sixteen of the lord judge’s deerAnd we sold them down under the valley

Ryan McGiverVocals

Stephanie ColemanHarmony Vocals

Strings arranged byDana Lyn

also Violin, Viola

Clara KennedyCello

Cave Painting

GEORGIE

TraditionalArr. McGiver

& Ismaily

“Farewell dearest Nancy for I must now leave you.To the Burning West Indies, my course for to steerI know very well that, the parting will grieve you.For you know I’ll be back in the spring of the year.”

“Oh, don’t talk of leaving, my dearest jewel,Don’t talk of leaving me here by myself.It’s your sweet company, that I do desire;I’ll sign ‘til I’ll die, if I never see you more.

In sailor’s apparel I’ll dress and I’ll go with youAmidst of all danger, your help I’ll remain. In the cold stormy weather, when the winds are a-blowin’.There my dear, I’ll wait on you then.”

“Oh, your lily white fingers can’t handle the cable,Your sweet little feet to the topmast can’t goYour delicate form the winds can’t endure love.Stay at home, lovely nancy, to the seas do not go.”

“So farewell dearest Nancy for I must now leave you.To the Burning West Indies, my course for to steerI know very well that, the parting will grieve you.For you know I’ll be back in the spring of the year.”

Ryan McGiverVocals and Acoustic Guitar

Shahzad IsmailyElectric Guitar

Doug WieselmanBass Clarinet

Outward Bound

FAREWELLDEARESTNANCY

TraditionalArr. Dana Lyn,

McGiver & Ismaily

Wouldn’t mind dying but I got to go myselfWouldn’t mind dying but I got to go myselfWouldn’t mind dying but I got to go myselfWell I wouldn’t mind dying if dying was all

By and by I’m going to see the kingBy and by I’m going to see the kingBy and by I’m going to see the kingWell I wouldn’t mind dying if dying was all

After death I’m going to stand the testAfter death I’m going to stand the testAfter death I’m going to stand the testI wouldn’t mind dying if dying was all

Ezekiel saw a wheel a wheel in a wheelEzekiel saw a wheel a wheel in a wheelEzekiel saw a wheel a wheel in a wheelI wouldn’t mind dying if dying was all

Ryan McGiverVocals, Guitar

Jolie HollandHarmony Vocals,

Whistle

Shahzad IsmailyPump Organ, Electric Bass

Horns conducted and arranged byDana Lyn

Matty MancusoTrumpet

Will OrzoFrench Horn

Nightscape

I WOULDN’T

MINDDYING

Special thanks to Shahzad Ismaily for his wisdom, warmth and unceasing talent; Jason Sypher for his unfailing wit and encouragment; to Ross Bonadonna for his never-ending patience; Susan McKeown, Sam Whedon, Eamon O’Leary, Stephanie Coleman and Dana Lyn for their friendship; Uncle Neil Driscoll for the paintings and years of inspiration; Peter Krumhardt for the beautiful guitar.

Also thanks to Ivan Goff, Elena Demyanenko, Anne Bogart, Cillian Vallely, Kevin Kelly, Brendan O’ Shea, Randy Parsons, J.Ed. Araiza, Ellen Lauren, Tom Wadsworth, Robert Sullivan, Jefferson Hamer, Pádraig Rynne, Pat Mangan, Brian Holleran, Paul Strother, Séan N.F.MacGloin, Pat MacGloin, Rayleen Egan, Robert Lamont, Patrick Clark, Séan Kennedy, Ted Pitney, Jeffery Barnes, Dave Stallard, Paul Wilson, Myra Hage, Deborah Hecht, Basil, Margo, Cornelia, Clare and Augustus McGiver, Allister Cairnes and family.

This album is dedicated to the loving memory of my grandparents: Ruth McGiver & Augustus Von Linden; for showing me something more and showing me something good.

Co-produced by Shahzad Ismaily & Ryan McGiverEngineered at Wombat Studios in Brooklyn, NY by Ross Bonadonna.With the exception of Tracks #4,7,8 Engineered at Rivington Studios in the Lower East Side by Shahzad IsmailyMixed by Shahzad IsmailyMastered by Mell DettmerPaintings by Neil Driscoll (driscoll.c.n@gmail.com)Graphic design and layout by Gregory Jacobson (www.deadimagedesign.com)Ryan plays guitars made by:Peter Krumhardt (pkrumhardt@starband.net) and Steve Kovacik (www.guitar-repair.com)

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