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Jock Stuart Oh my name is Jock Stuart I´m a Kennygan man And a roving young fellow I´ve been And I´m a roving young blade and I´m a piper to trade And many´s the tunes I can tell Well I go out with my bike and my gun for to shoot All along by the banks of the Tay I´ve got

Johnnie Cope Jock sent a challenge frae Dunbar Sayin "Charlie meet me an´ ye daur An´ I´ll learn ye the airt o´ war If ye´ll meet me here in the morning" Charlie read the letter upon The drew it is all scabbard from So, follow me, my merry men we´ll meet Johnnie Cope i

They'll send him to the war-inspector I'll be back tomorrow said he when I will return again we'll go to Mexico they sent you to the war-inspector I have missed you Johnny said she great to know you by my side I'll never let you go They'll send him to the regiment I'll be back tomorrow

Johnny, I Hardly Knew You While goin´ the road to sweet Athy While goin´ the road to sweet Athy While goin´ the road to sweet Athy A stick in my hand and a tear in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry Johnny I hardly knew ye Where are your eyes that look so mild Where are your eyes

Johnson´s Motorcar It was down by Eagan´s corner one morning I did stray I met a fellow rebel there and this to him did say He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar But how were we to get there without a motor car Oh Barney dear be of good cheer I´ll tell you what you

Kelly The Boy From Killane What´s the news What´s the news O my bold Shelmalier With your long-barrelled gun of the sea Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here With a hymn of the dawn for the free "Goodly news goodly news do I bring youth of Forth, Goodly news do I

Last House In Our Street The last house in our street is the one we are living in throw the ball against the wall and back to me all the other windows have concrete curtains open up your eyes and tell me what you see The flowers in our garden are made of bricks and broken glass throw

Leaving Of Liverpool Fare thee well to Angels landing stage River Mersey fare thee well I am bound for California a place I know right well I am bound for California by the way of the stormy Cape Horn And I´ll write to you a letter, love when I am homeward bound Once I sailed upon

Now I’m young and in my teens, there’s a lot of things that I ain’t seen I can work, or studyhang out or play, get married, get stone any old day Ceasers, bishops, generals and kings are all over 40 and thy’ve done their thing They’ve powered crazyd ishonest and dump they don’t car

Dreary clouds are drifting by the moon whisp´rin' sadness to my thoughts it seems autumn winds and rainy days shadows in the dark nightmare in a never ending rdeam Thunder clouds upon the stormy foam lightning like a bright bolt from the blue ragin' rolling waves effected blackouts

Madam, I´m A Darling As I came down to Chester City In the dark hour late at night Who should I meet but a fair young maiden Washing her clothes by the broad moon light Madam I´m a darling a-di-ro-didero Madam I´m a darling a-di-ro-dee First she washed them then she squeezed them

Mairi´s Wedding Over Hillways up and down myrtle green and bracken brown Past the sheiling through the town all for the sake of Mairi Brighter cheeks as rowans are brighter eye as any star The fairest of them all by far is our darling Mairi Plenty herring plenty meal plenty peat

Mantle Of Green My love came to Dublin one fine Sunday morning. My love came to Dublin to honour me there He wore a green ribbon wrapped round a green bonnet And I wore a bangle of gold in my hair Now the leaves they were green on taht bright Sunday morning But now they all fall in

In Dublin´s fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone She wheeled her wheel-barrow through the streets broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussles alive alive-o She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they

Monto Well if you got a wingo, take her up to ringo, Where the waxies sing o all the day, If you´ve had your fill of porter, And you can´t go any further, Give yer man the order "Back to the Quay" And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto, Take her up to Monto, langeroo, to you

Murshin Durkin In the days I went a-courtin´ I was never tired resortin´ To the alehouse and the playhouse and many´s the house beside But I told me brother Seamus I´d be off and be right famous And when Ireturn again I roamed the world wide I courted girls in Blarney in Kantur

My Belfast Have you ever been to Belfast City near the county Down Have you seen the famous River Lagan and all the views of that fine town Have you heard about her beauties have you heard about her pain Oh that´s my Belfast where I remain Take a sight of the Stormont House cross Qu

Nancy Whiskey I´m a weaver, a Carlton weaver I´m a rash and a roving blade I´ve got silver in my pockets and I follow the roving trade Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy, Oh As I went down through Glasgow Ciyt Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell I went in, sat

Now I´m Easy For nearly sixty years I´ve been a cocky, Of droughts and fires and floods I´ve lived through plenty, This country´s dust and mud have seen my tears and blood, But it´s nearly over now and now I´m easy. I married a fine girl when I was twenty, She died in giving bir

Once there was a wedding on the 3rd of December Relatives from far and near they came along that way An old gipsy talked to them and said: "Will you remember All you ever wanted is a Gipsies' Wedding Day" The bridegroom he was drunken but it was not his first job The bride was yo

On The One Road Though we´ve had our troubles now and then Now´s the time to make them up again Sure aren´t we all Irish anyhow Now´s the time to get together, now! Tinker, tailor, every mother´s son Butcher, baker, shouldering his gun Rich man, poor man, every man in line All to

Only Our Rivers Run Free When apples still grow in November When blossoms still bloom on each tree When leaves are still green in December It´s then that our land will be free I´ve wandered her hills and valleys And still through my sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom And

Oró Sé Do Bheatha ´bhaile Sé do bheatha! a bhean ba léanmhar, b´é àr gcreach tú bheit i ngéibhinn Do dhúiche bhreà is seilbh méirleach´S tú diolta leis na Gallaibh A bhuí le Rena bhfeart go bhfeiceam Muna mbeam beo na dhiaidh ach seachtain Grainne Mhaol agus mile gaisci

Roll the rhythm on Roll the whole rhythm on We´re gonna roll We´re gonna roll the rhythm on It´s we who get on tour for you To satisfy the eye It´s we who played our music Where all life goes on We´re gonna roll We´re gonna roll the rhythm on It´s we who play the guitars it´

Paddy´s Lamentation Well it´s by the hush me boys and sure that´s to hold your noise Listen to poor Paddy´s sad narration Well I was by hunger pressed and in poverty distressed So I took a thought, I´d leave the Irish nation Well I sold me horse and cow, me little pig and sow M

Peggy Gordon O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling Come sit you down upon my knee And tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee I am so deep in love that I can´t deny it My heart lies smothered in my breast But it´s not for you to let the world know it A troubled mind can

Rare Ould Times Raised on songs and stories the heroes of reknown The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin-Town That hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children´s rhymes That once war Dublin City in the rare ould times Well, me name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as c

Real Ould Mountain Dew Let grasses grow and the waters flow, in a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare ould stuff, that´s made near Talgrey Bay Ye peelers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim, too Oh, we´ll give the slip and we´ll take a sip, of the rare old Mountain Dew

Grandpa was an Irishman from Erin's lov'ly shore he came fighting for the English crown and settle down in Kingston-Town one summer's morning he did stray near a village called Montago-Bay he fell in love with a pretty dame and Mary-Joana was her name Do you feel the good vibrations all nig

Rosin The Beau I´ve traveled all over this world And now to another I go And I know that good quarters are waiting For to welcome old Rosin the Beau To welcome old Rosin the Beau To welcome old Rosin the Beau And I know that good quarters are waiting for To welcome old Rosin the Beau

Sally Wheatley Now I'm most depressed and sad where I once was blithe and glad, I could trip about the town both trim and neatly, I was happy night and morn but from all such joys I'm shorn, Since I fell so deep in love with Sally Wheatley. And it's oh dear me what am I gonna dae, S

Half of my life I've been nearing my destination 'cause I follow the footsteps of many a mariners dreams I've been a ramblin' rover but before my time it is all over Save my soul from the burnin' wave I crossed the ocean wide without no termination The shinin' stars were gift to me and to

School Days Over School Days over, come on then John, Time you was puttin you pit boots on On with your sark and moleskin trousers, time you was on your way Time you was learnin the pitman´s job, and earning a pitman´s pay Come on then Jim, it´s time to go, time you was working dow

Oh sing a song for Ireland my young love said to me the hills of Connemara Banks of my lovely Lee so I tuned up my fiddle in the town of Ballybay oh sing for me and think of me she mournfully did say sure I'm an Ulster Orangeman from Erin's Isle I came pure old Dicay Riley I'm still haunted

Set the sail: Sailing on deep water on a foggy summers day leaving all behind me don’t know where I’ll make my way Lying in the shadow underneat hthe foremast-tree Playing shanties on my bluesharp singing songs for you and me We were loaded down with barley were were loaded down with