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Torrent Description
Source: CD + Fresh Cover Art Scan
 VA - Lifescapes: Best Of Celtic Artist...............: Various Artists Album................: Lifescapes: Best Of Celtic Genre................: Celtic Source...............: CD Year.................: 2000 MP3 V0 (Highest Quality Available For MP3) Ripper...............: EAC (Secure mode) / LAME 3.92 & Asus CD-S520 Codec................: LAME 3.99 Version..............: MPEG 1 Layer III Quality..............: Extreme, (avg. bitrate: 259kbps) Channels.............: Joint Stereo / 44100 hz Disc 1 1. Scottish Moors - The Widow Of Loch Lemond [06:02] 2. Celtic Bagpipes - Scotland The Brave (Faugh A Ballagh/Scotland The Brave/The Forty Two/Itchy Fingers)[04:07] 3. Celtic River - Catch The Moments As They Fly [04:51] 4. Emerald Isle - She Wove A Cloak Of Many Yarns [05:52] 5. Celtic Mystery - The Glen Road To Carrick/The Boys Of Lough/The Dublin Lasses[04:18] 6. Celtic Voice - Kincora [07:36] 7. Celtic Fiddle - Toss The Feathers/Johnny In The Fog/The Temple House[03:14] 8. Celtic Guitar - Cooley [04:07] 9. Celtic Romance - The Pipe Dream [05:34] Playing Time.........: 45:45 Total Size...........: 84.92 MB Disc 2 1. Celtic Fiddle - Pinch Of Snuff [02:49] 2. Scottish Moors - The Mermaid's Tears [05:05] 3. Celtic Bagpipes - March Of The King Of Laoise [04:02] 4. Winter On The Moors - The Wraggle, Taggle Gypsies [03:07] 5. Celtic Voice - Mise Eire [05:48] 6. Celtic Mystery - Danny Boy [04:17] 7. Celtic Romance - Overture [05:52] 8. Celtic Guitar - Gusty Frolics [03:00] 9. Emerald Isle - The Jolly Beggar [03:22] 10. Celtic River - The Druid Of Lonesome Isle [07:53] Playing Time.........: 45:19 Total Size...........: 81.63 MB "Danny Boy" Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ave there for me. And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. 
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