At dawn the water's quiet So we raise our limey rum One more soul rests 'neath the waves As we hear the fun'ral drum So we'll hope and pray and Trust our God above I'm not sure where we’re going But it can't get worse my love For the sun it flies and shines each day O'er in grand Americay So hold fast my love and We'll walk her shores one day Now, come away me darling It's time for us to part The ship is in the harbor, This is our brand new start But now a dreadful feeling as the Dock rolls into sight These brand new days in Old New York Will birth a brand new fight Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee (Instrumental) Music by Ludwig Von Beethoven In The Sod Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys Well if you take me by the hand When my last breath, I be breathin' I'll whisper gently in your ear Advice that you'll be needin'

When I'm down in the sod And I stand before God Don't fear for it's clear that I am home Aye, the smiles cheer me With those I love near me I’ve all my heart’s desire with walls for wind and a roof for the rain and drinks beside the fire The end is here it's true my love But do not be afraid The distant hills look green my love I’ve only time to say one thing And Yea though I walk Through the valley of death I will not fear the devil The valleys will be filled The footpaths made straight and mountains will be made level Per Ardua Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys Distant country, Distant land Foreign nation, Foreign man Left his stronghold in Andrew's guile Full were the arms of Erin's Isle But don't look back The night's turned the ocean to black So we'll sail on toward the dawn Fought for freedom, fought for love Still left thirsty for stronger stuff Rotten wages, rotten food Walk the road he must pursue

Per Ardua! The darkness cannot fight the dawn, so carry on Per Ardua! You know that death has lost her sting, Forever sing, Per Ardua! Distant country, Distant land Foreign nation, Foreign man On a journey to fertile soil To plant his seeds, his sweat, his toil Mairi's Wedding Words and music by John Bannerman, Translated by Hugh Roberton Step we gaily, on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm and row on row All for Mairi's wedding Over hillways up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown Past the sheilings through the town All for sake of Mairi. Red her cheeks as rowans are Bright her eyes as any star Fairest o' them all by far Is our darlin' Mairi Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty peat to fill her creel Plenty bonny bairns as well That's the toast for Mairi Those Sweet Eyes Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys

He’s crouched on the bank of a river of gold That carries more river than gold He places his finger on the picture of a girl His true love he left half a world away It's 1852, three years since his crew Took port in San Francisco Bay So on this hill he now sat Wondering how he'd get back To the girl in the old photograph He said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhere Bright as a midsummer's morning I know that you'll keep safe my heart It's been yours since the day I was born" Well he must have dug ten thousand holes Washing for gold all the while But when his claim had been jumped And the hills had dried up He'd still pull out her photo and smile And then one day a mule brought a letter Penned from the girl in the frame It said, "I'm sorry love, but I married last winter I prayed for years, but you never came" The years passed by in the blink of an eye And there was nothing that ever hurt more So stayed he right there, in San Francisco Bay And he opened his own general store When one winter's morn Toward the twilight of his days A ship from the old country sailed in When off of the boat stepped a widow in black He felt a stiff chill down his spine

His hat he removed as he walked down the dock But his gaze would not lift from the ground He trembled, when he saw her face He cried when she uttered the sound She said, "I'd know those sweet eyes anywhere Bright as a midsummer's morning I hope that you've kept safe my heart It's been yours since the day I was born" Copyright ©2014, The McKintree Boys

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The McKintree Boys: David Dickey: fiddle, mandolin, banjo, vocals Mark Ashley: bass, vocals Aaron Foor: drums Adam McIntyre: guitar, lead vocals Recorded at: Weathertop Studios, Anza, CA Engineered and Mixed by Matt Maulding Per Ardua is Latin for "Through all Difficulties." It is the motto of Clan MacIntyre “That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” -2 Corinthians 12:10 This album is dedicated to the memory of Aida Frial Beardsley

The McKintree Boys would like to thank you for supporting local music in Southern California. In addition, we would also like to offer our sincere gratitude to the following: Phillip Beardsley, Matt Maulding at Weathertop Studios, Paul and Graham from The Shamrock Murrieta, The Bricktop Blaggers, The Humble Hooligans, Quel Bordel, and Lexington Field. The Field San Diego, O’Sullivan’s Carlsbad, The Royal Falconer Redlands, and Hangar 24 Ian Loudon, Scott Ellis, Brianna Lopez, Bridgette Vigneault, Josh Solorio, and Christina Ellis

Of the McIntyres: John, Kathi, Agatha, Gwyneth,

and my lovely Jessica Of The Ashleys:

Dick, Becky, Ethan, Preston, Kaelynn, and Adrianne Of The Foors:

Noah, Haley, Allison, Asher, and Emily

Of The Dickeys: David Dickey II

The Almighty Lord who is the giver of all things.

Valley of Drumoak (Instrumental) Music by The McKintree Boys Will Ye Not Come Back Again Words by Carolina Oliphant Traditional Scottish melody Bonnie Charlie's now away Safely o'er the friendly main; Many a heart will break in two Should he no come back again. Ye trusted in your Highland men, They trusted you dear Charlie! They kept you hiding in the glen, Death and exile braving. Will ye no come back again? Will ye no come back again? Better loved ye cannot be; Will ye no come back again? English bribes were all in vain Though pure and pure we may be Siller cannot buy the heart That aye, beats warm for thine an thee. We watched thee in the gloomin' hour We watched thee in the mornin' grey Though thirty thousand pounds they give, Oh, there is none that would betray!

Sweet's the levuruck's note an' long, Liltin' wildly up the glen; But aye to me he sings a song, "Will ye no come back again?" The Auld Pat Henry Words by Adam McIntyre Music by The McKintree Boys Quick, come away my darling It's time for us to part Now leave behind that hovel in a bog And make a brand new start We'll sail on Patrick Henry On-board we'll catch our breath and shout just like her namesake "Liberty or death!" Death has made himself at home, Full upon the Isle The Blight of all our kinsmen And the Englishman's denial We bid farewell to the grassy turves Goodbye to the whip and set a course for old New York Aboard this coffin ship I'm not sure where were going But it can't get worse my love So we'll hope and pray and Trust our God above Huddled in the fo'c'sle With a pound of mouldy tack Beneath the roaring gales We hear the thunder crack