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Far away the river flows forever on the sun goes down and the waves roll back the tide yesterday is done and my time has come Far away I’m on the run All is done that may be done I stand across the main I’ll bet all my money there’s no way back again a chance as good as any I’m gl

Fare Thee Well Enniskillen Our troop was made ready at the dawning of the day From lovely Enniskillen we were marching away They put us then on a ship me boys to cross the raging main To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain Oh, Spain it is a gallant land where wine and

Fiddler´s Green As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare To view the still waters and take hte salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song O take me away boys my time is not long Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper No more on the docks I´ll be seen Just tell me old

Finnegan's Wake Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street A gentleman Irish mighty odd Well he had a tongue both rich and sweet An´ to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah but Tim had a sort of tipplin way With the love of the liquor he was born And to send him on his way each day He´d a d

Starring to the sea that's all I ever wanted So much pain inside Now I can leave it al behind I've never seen such a sgiht before Raging waters and the green grass Changing colors of the leafy trees I'm like drawn Drawn into a fascinating world Fly like a seagull to my island to my home

Follow Me Up To Carlow Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o´er the old disgrace That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the fern Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he´d secure Untill he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O´Byrne See the swords of G

From Clare To Here Well there´s four who share the room and we work hard for the crack Getting up late on Sunday I never go to mass When Friday night comes around and he´s only in the fighting My ma would like a letter home but I´m too tired for writing Well it almost breaks my

Geordie As I walked out over London Bridge One misty morning early I overheared a fair pretty maid Lamenting for her Geordie "Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain It´s not the chain of many He was born of King´s royal breed And lost to a virtuous lady" Go brid

Go To Sea No More When first I landed in Liverpool I went upon the spree My money at last, I spent it fast got drunk as drunk could be And when me money was all gone it was then I wanted more But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more I spent that night with

God Save Ireland High upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom But they met him face to face with the courage of their race And they went with souls undaunted to their doom Girt around with cruel foes still their courage prou

Henry Joy An Ulsterman I am proud to be From the Antrim Glens I come Although I labour by the sea I have followed flag and drum I have heard the martial tramp of men I´ve seen them fight and die Ah, lads, I well remember when I followed Henry Joy I pulled my boat up from the sea I

Today it began to rain I jumped upon a rolling train They call me Hobo Jack by name I couldn't cure the fever Hurry up the engine lad hurry up the train I said I feel lonely I feel sad I couldn't cure the fever One more road I'd like to ride said the bum before he died When the train rolls

Irish Ways And Irish Laws Once upon a time there was Irish ways and Irish laws Villages of Irish blood Waking in the morning Waking in the morning Then the Vikings came around Turned us up and turned us down Started building boats and towns They tried to change our living They tried

It´s A Long Way To Tipperary Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day As the streets are paved with gold sure ev´ryone was gay Singing songs of Piccadilly Strand and Leicester Square Till Paddy got excited then he shouted to them there lt´s a long way to Tipperary It´s a long

I´ll Tell Me Ma I´ll tell me ma when I get home The boys won´t leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they steal my comb But that´s all right till I get home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Belfast city She is courting one, two, three Hey, won´t you tell me, wh

Jimmy Clay So as you walk down the street who will talk to you Six o´ clock it´s getting late The moon is rising and the sticky dew fall´s to the ground by the gate With your rfile on your shoulder as you walk alone Listening to the boot-heels hit the sod Smokin your cigar as you

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

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