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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

Sam Hall Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep Oh, me name it is Sam Hall and I´ve robbed both rich and small And me neck will pay for all when I die, when I die And me neck will pay for all when I die I have got twenty po

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

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

Seven Drunken Nights ONE As I came home on Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be, So I said to me wife, me pretty little wife, Oh won't you tell to me Why is this horse outside the door, where my old horse should be? She sai

There lives a man in Moscow and Russia is his fate he always prayed for power for idealty and hate his dreams are very simple dreams of an iron fist his name is Shirinovski he is a bloody damned fascist He's talking about freedom talking about Russia's lost but it means another war a

Spancil Hill Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by Me mind been bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will When next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene Where in m

Star Of The County Down Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down one morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as sh epassed me by Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair Sure the coaxing elf, I´d to shake myself to

Take me disappearing through the morning Light down the foggy ruins of a better time Far from all the darkness the Moon is shining bright Would you take me Home tonight Take me tot he river play a Song for us Sing it in the evening when the moon is out to trust will you stay with me until

Down along the Gale where all this Barks to sail The Sun was setting in the West I took an eastbound trip on a vacant sailing Ship And when I reached I can`t take no rest Tunes of silence everywhere I make my Way Tales of never ending Days but I won`t return these Days, won`t be back fo

Come all you jolly sailor lads that ne'er went out to sea of a ship called the Annie B. I will sing in praise to thee she was a famous one-mast-strip the pride of Sidney-Quay she carried a crew of 102 a dog named Billy and me Hey hey ho and the winds do blow did I tell you girl I love you

The Auld Triangle Oh a hungry feelin' came o'er me stealin', And the mice were qsueelin' in my prison cell, And the ould triangle went jingle-jangle, All along the banks of the Royal Canal. The lags lay sleepin', Humpy Gussey was peepin', As I lay there weepin' for my girl Sal, And the

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Now when I was ayoung man I carried me pack, And I lived the free life of a rover, From the Murrays Green Basin to the dusty outback, I waltzed my Matilda all over, Then in 1915 my country said, Son, It´s time to stop rambling, there´s work to be done,

When first I left my native home the Blarney we were told whole people in Australia they picked up tumps of gold where gold-bars lay on ev'ry street and the buster's rights were free hurrah said I me napper-lads oh that's the land for me Oh with me swag upon me shoulder rifle in my hand an

The Black Velvet Band In a neat little town they call Belfast, Apprenticed to trade I was bound, And many an hour´s sweet happiness, Have I spent in that neat little town. A sad misfortune came over me, Which caused me to stray from the land, Far away from me friends and relations, Bet

The Boys Of The Ould Brigade "O hfather, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn? When Irishmen are proud and glad Of the land where they were born." "Oh, son, I see sad mem´ries view Of far-off distant days, When, being just a boy like you, I joined the IRA In

The Boys That Wore The Green On the 21st of July beneath a burning sun McDowell met the Southern troops in battle at Bull Run Above the Union vanguard was proudly to be seen Beside the starry banner old Erin´s flag of green Col. Corcoran led the 69th on that eventful day I wish th

There once was an old man who loved power and glory but in his long life he just had never won so he had a dream, let us call it obsession to stand in the middle, be admired by everyone He saw his one chance as rumors were spreading a dragon arrived in the outskirts of the town he thought

The Ferryman All the little boats are gone From the breast of Anna Liffey And the ferrymen are stranded on the quay The Dublin docks are dying And a way of life is gone And Molly it was part of you and me Where the strawberry beds Sweep down to the Liffey You´ll kiss away the worrie

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling "Michael they are taking you away For you stole Travellyn´s corn so that the young might see the morn´ Now the prison ship lies waiting in the bay" By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling "Nothing matters, Mary, when you´re free Ag

The Foggy Dew ´Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. When Ireland´s line of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o´er the Liffey´s swell Rang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly

Dance, danca, dance, around the hillside Dance, danca, dance, so let the music play Dance, danca, dance, around till midnight On the Gipsies´ wedding day once there was a wedding On the 3r of December Relatives from far and near They came along that way An old gipsy talked to them And s

The Good Ship Kangaroo Once I was a waitin´ man that lived at home at ease. Now I am a mariner that ploughs the angry seas. I always loved seafarin´ life, I bid my love adieu I shipped as steward and cook, me boys, on board the Kangaroo. cho: Oh I never thought she would prove false or

The Green Fields Of France Well how do you do, young Willie McBride, do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside. And rest for a while ´neath the warm summer sun. I´ve been working all day and I´m nearly done. I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen when you joined the dead