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of approximate genre (excluding previously mentioned artists... hopefully):

Connie Dover; De Dannan; The Dubliners; Enya (some more traditional); Mary McLaughlin; The Wolfe Tones.

Maddy Prior (Dance on the Wind*) is maybe more English folk; but sounds similar.

*:
I soar with the drafts and balance on the wind.
Coal black and at ease.
I drop; I swoop; I loop the loop,
Tumbling above the trees.
I drop; I swoop; I loop the loop,
Tumbling above the trees.
My partner for life well matches my flight,
Through weather sharp or fair.
We dip and dive a drunken jive,
Falling as a pair.
We dip and dive a drunken jive,
Falling as a pair.
My games in the cloud, a pirouette, a dance,
Pure fun and glee.
To fall on air without a care,
Joyfully flying free.
To fall on air without a care,
Joyfully flying free.

While on the subject.

"Raven Girl" -- Richard and Mimi Farina

Now roam away, my Raven Girl,
And roam away from me.
And find a typhoon in the sky,
And find a howling sea.
And beat your wild and roving wings,
And toss your raven hair.
And sing a mad and joyous song,
And leave me with the dead.
The night's a cold and barren place,
The darkness seldom lies.
The wind upon the howling sea,
Will lift your feathers high.
The sand that itches from the tide,
Will claim the steps I sowed.
The whispers in the ocean deep,
Will pick my weary bones.

What murmurs in your raven heart,
Have taken from sleep.
What raging on a foreign shore,
Has left me here to weep.
What clashing in the nightmare wind,
Has stirred your angry dream.
What thunder on the dark wing plain,
Has never been foreseen.
I long to rove among the seas,
And hear the current cry.
I long to blend among the waves,
And never question why.
I long to shift above the sands,
And never come to rest.
I long for raptures never known,
While lying at your breast.

"Raven in the Storm" -- Mary Black

I'm the latest apparition
Cutting slices in the night
I come through without permission
Moving in and out of human sight

I'm the tapping on your shoulder
I am the raven in the storm
I'll take shelter in your rafters
I'm the shiver when you're warm

I'm the gold in California
I am the well in Mexico
Like the vultures in the valley
I will wait for you to go

I'm the gypsy in your pocket
I am the horseman in your dreams
I'm the reason dogs are barking
I am the hand that stops the scream

I am the baby's cry that isn't
I am the distant relative
I am the scratching in the ceiling
I am advice you shouldn't give

I'm the ghost of a traveling salesman
My foot will be there in your door
Though I can walk through walls and windows
I will knock just like before

I am the darkness in your daughter
I am the spot beneath the skin
I am the scarlet on the pavement
I am the broken heart within

I won't take a train to nowhere
I will not touch just anyone
Ask a stranger why I'm waiting
In the chamber of a gun

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I didn't know. I guess I'm cool with it.

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It's not a matter of fortune; it's the expectable outcome of cruelty and contempt.