I was born on a dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
and those loving english feet they tramped all over us,
and each and every night when me father came home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two,
like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
how you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great parnell,
when you thought him well and truly persecuted,
where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
when our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
when each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
and if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "godspeed,"
with a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus:
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
show your wife how you won medals down in flanders,
tell them how the ira made you run like hell away
Sad are the homes round Garryowen
Since they lost their joy and pride
And the banshee cry links every vale
Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls
the broken treaty stone, undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen
T'was on a dreary New Years Eve
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen
As they moved along the street up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might face
Their fate that lay instore
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South from Garryowen
But the seargent spied their daring plan
He spied them trough the door
The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour
And when that awful night had passed
Two men lay cold a stone
There was one from near the border and one from Garryowen
No more wil he hear the seagull's cry
Over the murmurring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
A martyr for old Ireland
Your mysteries lay hidden in stones that can't speak,
Thru' time all your wondrous knowledge we seek,
Be ye tomb or a temple we'd like to know why
On mid-winter's morning you seek light from the sky,
Your white quartz stones must have brightened the days
When the sun it shone down and reflected its rays,
You refuse us a key or some Rosetta Stone,
We gaze on just Circles and Motifs and Bone.
chorus:
Sing away Bru/ na Bo/inne on the Banks of the Boyne,
Fal de da for your glory would not yield to time,
Glory o! to the men and the women laid to rest
Who brought greatness to Ireland, the Isle of the Blessed.
From your pillars of grandeur and the answer is sought,
When the tombs of the Pharoahs were only a thought,
Irish folk in their labour looked up from the Boyne
To see standing a temple that would not yield to time.
You saw Cheftains, Na Fianna and monks stopped to call
And they trampled the hills onto Tara's Royal Halls,
And they watched on the Cradle of our art and design
That inspired Irish artists much later in time.
Chorus:
For you're set in a county still Royal with its arms
With a river of beauty with countless wild charms.
You stand there majestic and tower on the plain,
And your Passage of Wonder a secret remains.
So be proud all of Ireland of a history long gone,
That inspired generations of men later on.
Your age is your greatness and a testament still
In the East End of London, I met an old man.
He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram.
"My parents were Irish. They loved that dear land,"
The Cockney, he smiled, then he shook my old hand.
"My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me."
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe,
A young girl came smiling, and to me did say,
"Well, my folks are from Ireland. My Da', he hopes one day
When he leaves the mines, sure we'll go back to stay."
"My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me."
Then I went through the Midlands, through each city and town.
I found there were Irish in each place I roamed.
And I drank and I sang at a pub they call the Crown.
With the Birmingham irish, we sang songs of home.
"My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me."
Then I went north to Scotland, to Glasgow on the Clyde.
I met with some young lads. They said, "Celtic's our side.
All our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green.
A country we love, but a place we've not seen."
"My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
Oh, will you stand
Oh, will you stand
With the Ulster Volunteer Force
As a patriotic band
Would you fight until the death
Would you join the U.V.F.
If you can
You're a man
Then you'll stand
-Chorus-
And when the sound of the battle is over
It's shoulder to shoulder we'll stand
To remember the brave young Ulster soldiers
Who fought for the flag of the Red Hand
Oh, will you stand
Oh, will you stand
Would you fight for God and Ulster
And to keep it British land
With rifle and grenade
Would you serve the old brigade
If you can
You're a man
Then you'll stand
(chorus)
Oh! Will you stand
Oh! Will you stand
Would you travel the road
Where the brave and bold must go
Would you wear the black cockade
Would you serve the old brigade
If you can you're a man then you'll stand
(Chorus)
No surrender to the I.R.A.!!!!
Farewell my Country a Long farewell
My tale of anguish no tongue can tell
For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide
from the home I love by Lough Sheelin side.
How proud was I of my girl so mfair
I was envied most by the young men there
When I brought her back a bashful bride
To my cottage home by Lough Sheelin side.
Chorus:
Farewell my love a fond adieu
Farewell my comrades and my country too
For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide
From the home I love by Lough Sheelin side.
But all our joys were too good to last
for the Landlord came our young hopes to blast
In vain we pleaded for mercy no
He hurled us out in the blinding snow.
The no one opened for us their door
For ill-felt vengeance would reach them sure
My Eileen fainted in my arms and died
On that snowy night by Lough Sheelin side.
Chorus
I buried her down in the churchyard low
Where in the springtime the wild flowers grow
I shed no tears for my tongue felt dry
On that fearful night by Lough Sheelin side.
Farewell my country farewell all day
The ship will soon take me far away
But oh my fond heart would sooner bide
Near my Eileen's grave by Lough Sheelin side.
Chorus
In Dublin town in nineteen sixteen a flame of freedom did arise.
A group of men with determination caught an empire by surprise
Through the streets our men were marching
They rallied with their hopes and fears
And the Enda boys came searching for their leader Padraig Pearse.
Chorus:
The poet and the Irish rebel a Gaelic scholar and a visionary
We gave to him no fitting tribute
When Ireland's at peace only that can be
When Ireland a nation, united and free.
On Easter morn he faced the nation from the steps of the G.P.O.
And read aloud the proclamation, the seed of nationhood to sow.
But soon the word had spread to London of an insurrection there at hand
And the deeds of Padraic Pearse was set about to free his land.
Chorus ...
For five long days the battle rages, for five long nights the battle wore
We will watch as Dublin City blazes and see our men fall through the floor
No Ireland's proud of her effort for her cause we fought with pride
But to save more life and to save our city, we make our peace with McFainis cried.
Chorus ...
Kilmainham Jail in 1916, they brought young Pearse
to his death cell and they tried him as a traitor to shoot this man who dared to rebel
He only tried to free his country of the shackles of 800 years.
When dawn did break on that May morning they shot our Leader Padraic Pearse.
Chorus
Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand
And alone in a crowded hall
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But but my heart is not here at all
It lies far away by night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone
But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met
In the valley near Slievenamon
Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air
Nor her cheeks of roses glow
Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair
Nor was it her lily white brow
'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth
And the smile like a summer's dawn
that stole my heart away one soft summer's day
In the valley near Slievenamon.
In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever my restless spirit cries
My love oh my love will 1 ne'er see you more
And my land will you never uprise
By night and by day 1 ever ever pray
While lonely my life flows on
To see our flag unrolled
And my true love to enfold
In the valley near Slievenamon
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams.
"Take your time," said me father, "stop rushing like hell
and remember all's not what it seems to be:
for there's fellows would cut you for the coat on your back
or the watch that you got from your mother,
so take care, me young bucko, and mind yourself well,
and will you give this wee note to me brother?"
At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
and me father, the youngest, looked after the farm,
when a phone call from America said send the lad over
and the old fella said "Sure, it wouldn't do any harm:
for I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
for a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound.
And sure maybe there's something you learn or you'll see
and you can bring it back home, make it easy on me."
So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain.
Well, me poor heart was thumpin' around with excitement
and I hardly even heard what the driver was saying.
We came in the Shore Parkway to the Flatlands in Brooklyn
to me uncle's apartment on East 53rd.
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song,
and I sang 'You're as free as a bird.'
Well, to shorten the story, what I found out that day
was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray,
and while I was flying my way to New York
poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
Well I phoned up the old fellow, told him the news.
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes,
and he wept as he told me: go ahead with the plan
and not to forget be a proud Irish man.
So I went up to Nellie's beside Fordham Road
and I started to learn about lifting the load,
but the heaviest thing that I carried that year
was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that December 'cause the old fellow died,
had to borrow the money from Phil on the side,
and all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
the poor wasted face of me father.
I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth
and into my bag stuck a handful of earth.
Then I boarded a train, and I caught me a plane,
and I found myself back in the U.S. again.
It's been twenty two years since I've set foot in Dublin,
me kids know to use the correct knife and fork,
but I'll never forget the green grass and rivers
as I keep law and order in the streets of New York.
Rock On Rockall
Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls
Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance that you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.
For this rock is part of Ireland, 'cos it' s written in folklore
That Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever it did fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.
Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
And remember that Britannia, well, - she rules the waves no more
I was 18yrs old when
I went down to Dublin with a fistful
Of money and a cartload of dreams
"Take your time" said me father
Stop rushing like hell and remember all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellas that would cut ye for the coat on yer back
or the watch that you got from your mother so take care me old bucko
And mind yourself well and will ya give this wee note to me brother
At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked after the farm
When a phonecall from America said
'Send the lad over'
And the oul fella said 'Sure wouldn't do any harm' for I've spent me life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home make it easy on me
So I landed in Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was sayin
We came in the Shore Parkway to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song and I sang "You're as free as a bird"
Well to shorten the story what I found out that day was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray and while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could tell he could
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me
'Go ahead with the plans
And not to forget be a proud Irish man'
So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road and i started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet thought of my hometown so dear
I went home that December 'cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the brught flowers and brass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of me father
I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth and into my bag stuck
A handful of earth then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found meself back in the US again
It's been 22yrs since
I've set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers
James Connolly
Collected and Arranged by The Wolfe Tones
The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer
Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die
Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I.
They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest.
A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed.
He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain
Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood
And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
Their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground.
For inside that grim prison
Lay a great Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down.
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out: Present arms and fire
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave
The black flag was hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly-. the Irish rebel
The smell on Patrick's Bridge is wick- ed.
How does Fa - ther Mat - thew stick it?
Here's up them all says the boys of Fair - hill.
Come boys, spend a day with our Harrier Club so gay:
The cry of the hounds it will make your heart thrill.
And, when you hear Conan Doyle say:
'The Amoured Car has won today,'
Here's up 'em all say the boys of Fair Hill.
First you go to Fahy's well for a drink of pure clean water,
The finest spot on earth sure the angels do say,
Where thousands came across the foam,
just to view the Blarney Stone.
Which can be seen from the groves of Fair Hill.
First you go to Quinlan's pub - that is where you join our club,
Where around us in gallons the porter does flow,
First they tap a half-a-tierce and drink a health to
Dashwood's race;
That's the stuff to give 'em say the boys of Fair Hill.
Come boys and spend a day with our Hurling Club so gay
The clash of the ash it will make your heart thrill;
The Rockies thought that they were stars, till they meet the Saint Finbarr's,
Here's up 'em all say the boys of Fair Hill.
Single line verses:
If you want to join our Club just go down to......... pub.
Paddy Barry hooked the ball - we hooked Paddy, ball and all.
Cathy Barry sells drisheens, pints of Murphy and pigs crubeens.
Cathy Barry sells drisheens, fairly bursting at the seams.
Shandon Steeple stands up straight and the River Lee flows underneath
The Blarney hens don't lay at all and when they lays they lays 'em small.
The smell from the river is something wicked, how do FatherMatthew stick it?
The Blackpool girls are very small up against the sunbeam wall.
The Montenotte girls are very rude; they go swimming in the nude.
In Blackrock there is no law - the next Lord Mayor is Andy Gaw.
Christy Ring he pucks the ball - we puck Christy, ball and all.
Would you like to try a cheeseburger Bobby Sands?
Would you like to try a cheeseburger Bobby Sands?
Would you like to try a cheeseburger,
You dirty melly fenian, rebel loving fucker?
Would you like to try a cheeseburger Bobby Sands?
Well your ma was up this morning and she says she got your brew,
Well your ma was up this morning and she says she got your brew,
Well your ma was up this morning and she says she got your brew,
But sure your brew would be no good to you,
Theres a bed made, in Milltown just for you.
Well I'm going for my dinner now Bobby Sands,
Well I'm going for my dinner now Bobby Sands,
Well I'm going for my dinner now,
Would you like me to bring you back a doggy bag?
Theres a bed made in Milltown just for you.
Well the smell of your cell would knock you fucking out,
Well the smell of your cell would knock you fucking out,
Well the smell of your cell would knock you fucking out,
I've a good mind to go in there and beat you about,
There's a bed made in Milltown just for you.
Well I'm going for my dinner now Bobby Sands,
Well I'm going for my dinner now Bobby Sands,
Well I'm going for my dinner now,
Would you like me to bring you back a doggy bag?
Theres a bed made in Milltown just for you.
Would you like to try a nice wee tin of Coke (Bobby Sands)?
Would you like to try a nice wee tin of Coke (Bobby Sands)?
Would you like to try a nice wee tin of Coke?
Well your not fucking getting none, I hope you choke,
There's a bed made in Milltown just for you.
I went away to fight a war that small nations might be free
Got a soldiers guns and uniform to fight the enemy
I was trained to shoot my fellow before he got to me
And I danced with death in the mud and wept
And prayed my home to see.
Chorus:
So come over to me darling girl come here me Molly dear.
You are as welcome as the flowers in may you're welcome here to me.
No more I'll fire the musket shot or hear the cannon roar
I've done my time, now you'll be mine
I'm yours for ever more.
While in the trenches there I thought who starts these bloody -wars
And thought of these great Irishmen who died on these strange shores
Then a bomb did burst to the air it trust some shrapnel fire and blood
I escaped it then shot back at them and lay back in the mud.
Chorus:
While I was off in foreign lands, fighting other peoples' wars
Some gallant men were fighting here to free their native shore
You shot our leaders of 16 saw our city sacked and burned
Then you sent us in the Black and Tans to greet our home return.
Chorus:
I don't need your heroes welcome
I don't want your bugle call
No brass band no pipes and drums, no medal badge or star
But give me what you promised me when first I went to war
That's freedom for old Ireland and I'll go to fight no more.
Chorus:
In dungeon deep I know what fate awaits me,
Tied hand and foot, the foe have bound me fast,
And in my haste, I pray that God above me,
Will grant me this wish I know will be my last.
Don't bury me in Eireann's Fenian valleys,
Just take me home, in Ulster let me rest,
And on my gravestone carve this simple message:
Here lies a soldier of the UVF.
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best,
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Here lies a soldier of the UVF.
So kindly drape the Red Hand round my shoulders,
Pin no heroes badges to my chest,
And if they ask, won't you kindly tell them,
Here lies a soldier of the UVF.
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best,
Here lies a soldier, an Ulster soldier,
Here lise a soldier of the UVF.
Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
If you stay British Soldiers If you stay
You'll never ever beat the IRA
For the 14 men in Derry
Are the last that you will bury
So take a tip And leave us bloody be
So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
We're not British, we're not Saxon we're not English
We're Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your Union Jack We want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more
So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
We'll fight them British Soldiers for the cause
We'll never bow to Soldiers because
Troughout our history We were born to be free
So geo out British bastards leave us be
So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
Were apples still grow in november
where blossoms still bloom from each tree
where leaves are still green in november
its then that our land will be free
i wander her hills and her valleys
and still through my sorrows i see
a land that has never known freedom
and only her rivers run free
i drink to the death of her manhood
those men who rather have died
than to live in the cold chains of bondage
to bring back there rights were denied
oh were are u now when we need u
what burns were the flame used to be
are u gone like the snow of last winter
and will only our rivers run free
how sweet is the life but we're crying
how mellow the wine but its dry
how fragrent the rose but its dying
how gentle the breeze but it sighs
what good is in youth when its aging
what joy is in eyes that cant see
when theres sorrow in sunshine and flowers
The Fighting 69th
Come all you gallant heroes,
And along with me combined
I'll sing a song,
it won't take long,
Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth
They're a band of men brave,
stout and bold,
From Ireland they came
And they have a leader to the fold,
And Cocoran was his name
It was in the month of April,
When the boys they sailed away
And they made a sight so glorious,
As they marched along Broadway
They marched right down Broadway,
me boys,
Until they reached the shore
And from there they went to Washington,
And straight unto the war
So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth
And when the war is said and done,
May heaven spare our lives
For its only then we can return,
To our loved ones and our wives
We'll take them in our arms,
me boys,
For a long night and a day
And we'll hope that war will come no more,
To sweet America
So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth
So farewell unto you dear New York,
Will I e'er see you once more
For it fills my heart with sorrow,
To leave your sylvan shore
But the country now it is calling us,
And we must hasten fore
So here's to the stars and stripes,
me boys,
And to Ireland's lovely shore
And here's to Murphy and Devine,
Of honour and renown
Who did escort our heroes,
Unto the battle ground
And said unto our colonel,
We must fight hand to hand
Until we plant the stars and stripes,
Way down in Dixieland
So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead,
Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose
again,
And joined the British army.
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, milk the cow, milk the cow,
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, so early in the morning.
Tuck your leg up, Paddy, dear. Paddy, dear, I'm over here! Tuck your leg
up, Paddy dear,
It's time to stop your yawning
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead,
Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose
again,
And joined the British army.
Katie, she is tall and thin, tall and thin, tall and thin.
Katie, she is tall and thin. She likes a drop of brandy.
Drinks it in the bed at night, drinks it in the bed at night, drinks it in the
at night.
It makes her nice and randy.
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead,
Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose
again,
And joined the British army.
My man is six foot tall, six foot tall, six foot tall,
My man is six foot tall, he likes his sugar candy.
Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six
o'clock.
He's lazy, fat and dandy.
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead,
Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose
again,
And joined the British army.
My wife, she has a hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing.
My wife, she has a hairy thing, she showed it to me Sunday.
She bought it in the furrier shop, bought it in the furrier shop, bought it in
the furrier shop.
It's going back on Monday.
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead,
Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose
again,
In Dublin town in nineteen sixteen a flame of freedom did arise.
A group of men with determination caught an empire by surprise
Through the streets our men were marching
They rallied with their hopes and fears
And the Enda boys came searching for their leader Padraig Pearse.
Chorus:
The poet and the Irish rebel a Gaelic scholar and a visionary
We gave to him no fitting tribute
When Ireland's at peace only that can be
When Ireland a nation, united and free.
On Easter morn he faced the nation from the steps of the G.P.O.
And read aloud the proclamation, the seed of nationhood to sow.
But soon the word had spread to London of an insurrection there at hand
And the deeds of Padraic Pearse was set about to free his land.
Chorus ...
For five long days the battle rages, for five long nights the battle wore
We will watch as Dublin City blazes and see our men fall through the floor
No Ireland's proud of her effort for her cause we fought with pride
But to save more life and to save our city, we make our peace with McFainis cried.
Chorus ...
Kilmainham Jail in 1916, they brought young Pearse
to his death cell and they tried him as a traitor to shoot this man who dared to rebel
He only tried to free his country of the shackles of 800 years.
When dawn did break on that May morning they shot our Leader Padraic Pearse.
(Chorus)
We're on the one road
Sharing the one load
We're on the road to God knows where
We're on the one road
It may be the wrong road
But we're together now who cares
North men, South men, comrades all
Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal
We're on the one road swinging along
Singing a soldier's song
Though we've had our troubles now and then
Now is the time to make them up again
Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow
Now is the time to step together now
(Chorus repeat)
Tinker, tailor, every mother's son
Butcher, baker shouldering his gun
Rich man, poor man, every man in line
All together just like Old Land Syne
(Chorus repeat)
Night is darkest just before the dawn
From dissention Ireland is reborn
Soon we'll all be United Irishmen
Make our land a Nation Once Again
O come all you young and fair
And you who are in love
I`ll tell to you the many joys it brings
From your first to your last
Love is bitter sweet and sad
It`s gentle, it is strong, it is kind
Chorus:
And as we ramble by day
Through this lonely life we stray,
It`s sweeter to have loved along the way
Like the dew upon the Rose
and the fairy winds that blows
As we wonder through life`s misty foggy dew
Like the stream that`s rushing wild
And the mischief of the child
And the gentle waters slowly drifting by
Love is deeper than the seas
And far taller than the trees
It`s brighter than the stars up in the sky
Chorus:
Sometimes love I have lost
And sometimes I have found
Are better to have loved than none at all
That same stream that`s rushing wild
And the mischief of the child
And the gentle waters slowly drifting by
Chorus:
The Merman
D-G-D-G-D-G-Bm-A-D
I'm a (D)sailorman from (G)Wexford town,
I've (D)sailed the seven (A)seas,
I will (D)tell you a true (G)story
Of the (D)sunny southern (G)seas.
We were (D)caught up in the (G)doldrums
While (D)waiting for a (G)breeze
When the (D)stillness of the (G)day was broke
By a (Bm)merman in the (A)deep blue (D)seas.
Well the (G)captain he (D)slept below
While the (G)crew they lay a(D)bout
When (G)down in the (D)ocean, boys
We heard this mighty (G)shout.
His (D)hair was red, his (G)eyes were green,
His (D)beard was floating (G)free
He'd a (D)long green tail that could (G)kill a wale
That (Bm)waggled in the (A)deep blue (D)sea.
CHORUS:
An the (D)mermaids looked so (G)beautiful
As they (D)swam around by the (A)shore
But this (D)merman with his (G)fishy tail
I've (D)never seen be(G)fore.
And (D)sailors tell the (G)tallest tales
I've (D)never told a (G)lie;
He'd a (D)long green tail that could (G)kill a wale
that (Bm)wobbled as he (A)swam close (D)by.
Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on travelin'
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped aboard a vision
and followed with my will
'Til next I came to anchor
At the cross near Spancil Hill
Delighted by the novelty
Enchanted with the scene
Where in my early boyhood
Where often I had been
I thought I heard a murmur
And think I hear it still
It's the little stream of water
That flows down Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June
The day before the fair
Where Ireland's sons and daughters
In crowds assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
They came for sport and kill
There were jovial conversations
At the cross near Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours
To hear what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The others turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches
When I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit
To my first and only love
She's white as any lily
And gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me
Saying Johnny I love you still
She's Meg the farmers daughter
And the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I stooped and kissed her
As in the day of 'ore
She said Johnny you're only joking
As many the times before
The cock crew in the morn'
He crew both loud and shrill
And I woke in California
Was a wet day in London me fortunes were crumbling,
I was on me way back from the building job,
And the for man that day he say nothing my way,
And the lorry ran over sandals be gob
I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down
I went in for a little libation,
I'd five pins of porter three Jemie's for starters,
Two pork pies and what, some cabbage and bacon.
Though the day it was dreary now I felt a bit chery,
In no time I was ready for action be gob
And I played the old jukebox pulled up the old blue
socks,
And winked at this young one beside me be gob,
Wouldn't it be it happened to me she winked back and
sat down beside me.
I told her me name she told me the same,
Say's I to her what, then what are you drinking.
Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Come here me old flower I've seen you before,
Give the woman in the bed there more porter
She'd a gin and a tonic and I felt supersonic,
For her figure was made by the devil be gob,
With curves in right places through satin and laces,
That would tempt an old bishop though selibit be gob,
Me luck might be in and tonight I might sin,
Though last week I was just at confession,
But who gives a dam sure would do me no harm,
To have me a bit, a bit of diversion.
Well I was playing it cool as I do as a rule,
When the barman was calling for time no be gob,
And she said with her sweet face, you'll come back to
my place,
Was then I now she was mine now be gob,
Her place it was lush with carpets so plush,
She took of me old cap then the wellies,
Without any delay she wore a sweet negligee,
Like the girls were on what, on page three or telly.
Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Come here me old flower I've seen you before,
Give the woman in the bed there more porter
I don't mean to be crude, but I stood in the nude,
With this Goddess this beautiful Venus be gob,
She ruffled me duffel we kissed and we shuffled,
Was a sight if me ma only seen us be gob,
I was feeling quiet grand at the business at hand,
When this photo I say on the dresser,
Was herself and this man oh a dirty big hand,
For her husband was who, was who, was wild Bill the
wrestler.
Although she was charming I felt dis alarming,
He was mean as a hairy gorilla be gob
If he caught me in bed with his woman I said
He'd kill me for sure I can tell you be gob,
She said now don't worry for he'd never hurry,
Don't see him at all he's a messer,
The door opened that night and I got such a fright,
In the doorway was who, was who, was wild Bill the
wrestler.
Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Come here me old flower I've seen you before,
Give the woman in the bed there more porter
With rage he was steaming, his eyes they were gleaming,
Like a wild bull he charged over to me be gob,
For I ducked his wild pass, kicked him in the arse,
And ran like a hare for the doorway be gob,
I'd have gotten away without any delay,
But I tripped and fell over the carpet,
When I tried to get up, well this dirty big pup,
Grabbed me by the leg and he what, he what, he pulled
Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Don't believe this old yarn, don't believe this old
line,
I am a rambling Irishman
In Ulster I was born in
And many's the pleasant day I spent
Round the shores of sweet Lough Erin
For to be poor I could not endure
Like others of my station
To America I sailed away
And left this Irish nation
Rye tan tin a na, tan tin a na
Rye tan tin a nore in a nandy
Rye tan tin a na, tan tin a na
Rye tan tin a nore in a nandy
The night before I went away
I spent it with my darling
Three o'clock in the afternoon
'Til the break of day next morning
But when that we were going to part
We linked in each others arms
For Americae we soon set sail
A journey without no charms
Rye tan tin a na, tan tin a na
Rye tan tin a nore in a nandy
Rye tan tin a na, tan tin a na
Rye tan tin a nore in a nandy
And when we reached the other side
we were both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay
Going down to Philadelphi
So let every lass drink to her lad
In blue jacket and white trousers
And let every lad drink to his lass
And take them as lifes spouses
Rye tan tin a na, tan tin a na
Rye tan tin a nore in a nandy
Rye tan tin a na, tan tin a na
So you (Am)divided up my (G)land
Six counties stayed in (C)England's (D)hand
(G)So you take my (C)home
But you (G)cannot take my (D)mind
Then you (Am)tried to keep me (G)down
With your tanks and guns in my (C)streets and (D)towns
And you (G)shoot your plastic (C)bullets
To (D)keep your plastic (G)state
Chorus:
In (G)Ireland's (D)troubled (G)land
Each (C)decade (D)brings its (G)rebel (D)band
And (G)forces (C)of the (G)crown
They (D)try to bring them (D7)down
But the (G)flowers will (D)bloom a(G)gain
And the (C)people (D)they will (G)rise a(D)gain
And (G)then you (C)shot him (G)down
So (D)all the world could (G)see
Does it matter how you kill
You make the rules it is your will
But let your plastic bullets
To kill it's all the same
Oh I could not believe my eyes
You took those young lads by surprise
The way you shot them down
That day in Derry town
Chorus
Oh some justice we did seek
A place for all to live in peace
An island in the sea
Where people could be free
But you can not be proud
The way you shot him to that ground
A nightmare you shot them down
That night in Belfast town
Chorus
Then shoot me, shoot me down
Because I make my colours known
And I heard the mercy cry
Where people in fear do lie
In anger then he ran
With the banner stick all in his hand
And then you shot him down
And all the world could see
Chorus
The (G)day you (C)shot Séan (G)Dowd
To the tiny homesteads of the West
The recruiting sergeant came
He promised all a future bright
So the brave young men went off to fight
For the empire and her might
And many's the victory they had won
Many the hardships they had seen
They fought and died, side by side
Their enemies they had defied and for a foreign king
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we'll beat the drums no more
While serving in a far off land
The news had come from home
Of a peoples' fate it did relate
Of the tans and their campaign of hate
And we're fighting on their side
Arise Arise young Daly cried
Come join along with me
We'll strike a blow for Liberty
Our regiment will mutiny and support our friends at
home
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we'll beat the drums no more
And the Colonel stood before his troops
Those men who mutineed
He told them of those honours won
But the men stood in the blazing sun
Saying we'll fight your wars no more
For cannon fodder we had been
For the French at Waterloo at Suvla and Sud Elbar
We fought your every bloody war
And we'll fight you wars to more
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we'll beat the drums no more
Those men got penal servitude
And Daly's condemned to die
Far from his home in Tyrellpass
This young man's died in Ireland's cause
Far from his native land
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Dedicated to James Mc Quaide (Courtesy of Liam)
Chorus
And its up like a bird and its over the city
3 men are missin' I heard a warder cry
It must have been a bird that flew into the prison
Or one of these new ministers says
The warder in the joy
Early one mornin' as the branchmen were sleepin'
A little helicopter it flew across the sky
And down into the yard where some prisoners were walkin'
Get ready for inspection said
The warder in the joy
Chorus
Over in the Dáil they were drinkin' gin and brandy
The minister for justice was soakin' up the sun
When along came the news that some prisoners were escapin'
I think its 3 of the provos said
The warder in the joy.
Chorus
We'll search every home search every nook and cranny
Let no man rest until these men are found
For this cannot happen to a law and order government
I think you'll never find them said
The warder in the joy
[C]Twas down by[Dm] Anna[G] Lif[C]fey, my [Am]love and[F]
I did [C]stray
Where in the good old[Am] slushy[G] mud the sea gulls[G7]
sport and [C]play.
We got the whiff of[Am] ray and[G] chips and Mary[G7]
softly[C] sighed,
"Oh[F] John, come[Dm] on for a[G] wan and[Am] wan
Down[C] by the[F] Liffey[C]side."
Then down along by George's street the loving pairs to
view
While Mary swanked it like a queen in a skirt of royal
blue;
Her hat was lately turned and her blouse was newly dyed,
Oh you could not match her round the block,
Down by the Liffeyside.
And on her old melodeon how sweetly could she play.;
"Good-by-ee" and "Don't sigh-ee" and "Rule Brittanni-ay"
But when she turned Sinn Feiner me heart near burst with
pride,
To hear her sing the "Soldier's Song",
Down by the Liffeyside.
On Sunday morning to Meath street together we will go,
And it's up to Father Murphy we both will make our vow.
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands and we'll be soon
outside
For a whole afternoon, for our honeymoon,
You may talk and sing and boast about your Peelers and
your clans,
And how the boys from County Cork beat up the Black and
Tan.
But I know a little codger who came out without a scar.
His name is Paddy Mulligan, the man from Mullingar.
The Peelers chased him out of Connemara,
For beatin' up the valiant Dan O'Hara.
And when he came to Ballymore, he stole the Parson's
car,
And he sold it to the Bishop in the town of Castlegar.
Seven hundred Peelers couldn't match him.
The Chieftain paid the army for to catch him.
And when he came to Dublin Town, he stole an armoured
And sold it to the IRA brigade in Mullingar.
Well the Peelers got their orders to suppress the man
on sight.
So they sent for reinforcements through the county left
and right.
Three thousand men surrounded him, they hunted near and
far.
But he was with the IRA brigade in Johnson's motorcar.
The Peelers chased him out of Connemara,
For beatin' up the valiant Dan O'Hara.
And when he came to Ballymore, he stole the Parson's
car,
And he sold it to the Bishop in the town of Castlegar.
Seven hundred Peelers couldn't match him.
The Chieftain paid the army for to catch him.
And when he came to Dublin Town, he stole an armoured
And sold it to the IRA brigade in Mullingar.
They came with tanks and armoured cars, they came with
all their might.
Them Peelers never counted on old Paddy's dynamite.
On the fourteenth day of April, well he blew them to
July.
And the name of Paddy Mulligan took half of Ireland's
Oh good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find
you well
And when you'll gather round me a story I will tell
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native
home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest
down
But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat
me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I
never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
The other night a copper comes and he says to me,
McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your
boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with
hobnails up, till late
And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find
your bait
He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer
pranks
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary
ranks?
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him
such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat
me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I
never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
Oh we quickly pulled him out again and we threw him in
the tub
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard
as stone
And with every other rub, sure you could hear the
copper moan
I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old
Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me
pick
Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he
melts
And to stir him nice and easy in the hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat
me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I
never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
[Missing verse]
With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death
of cold
For scientific purposes, me body it was sold
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me
pelt
As a monument to the Irish, making hot asphalt
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat
me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I
never felt
On the Green Hills of Ulster the White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war
On the mountains of Ulster is seen from afar
'Tis the signal our rights to regain and secure
Through God and our country and Rory O'Moore
On the Green Hills of Ulster the White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
And his country, his kindred, his faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland and Rory O'Moore
For the merciless Scots with their greed and their swords
With war in their bosoms and peace in their words
Have sworn the bright light of our faith to obscure
But our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Oh lives there the traitor who'd shrink from the strife
Who would add to the length of his forfeited life
And his country, his kindred, his faith would abjure
No we'll strike for old Ireland and Rory O'Moore
On the Green Hills of Ulster the White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
And his country, his kindred, his faith would abjure
Bonnie Tyler
The World Starts Tonight
Give Me Your Love
(ronnie scott/steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
I can't help if the world is going crazy
And the headlines get more frightening everyday
Just as long as i'm in there with you baby
It's okay, it's okay
Give me your love
Give me more than enough
Oh baby i need you now... x3
I don't usually talk about my feelings
But with you there's such a lot i want to say
And as long as your the one that i believe in
It's okay, it's okay
Give me your love
Give me more than enough
Oh baby i need you now... x4
And as long as your the one that i believe in
It's okay, it's okay
Give me your love
Give me more than enough
In 19 hundred and 16, the forces of the crown,
did take the orange, white, and green, bombarded dublin town,
but in '21, britannia's sons were forced to earn their pay,
and the black and tans like lightning ran from
the rifles of the ira.
They burned their way through munster and laid leinster on the rack,
in connaught and in ulster marched the men of brown and black,
they shot down wives and children in their own heroic way,
and the black and tans like lightning ran from
the rifles of the ira.
They hanged young kevin barry high, a lad of eighteen years,
cork city's flames lit up the sky but our brave boys knew no fear.
the cork brigade with hand grenades in ambush waiting lay,
and the black and tans like lightning ran from
the rifles of the ira.
The tans were caught, taken out and shot by the brave and valiant few,
sean treacy, denny lacey, and tom barry's gallant crew,
though we're not free yet, we won't forget until our dying day,
how the black and tans like lightning ran from
O' the water is deep
I can't swim o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I
There is a ship that sails the seas
She sails so deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not how I'll sink or swim
I leant my back against an oak
Thinking it was the strongest tree
But first it bent and then it broke
And that's the way love treated me
Oh love is handsome and love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it's new
But as love grows old then twice as cold
And fades away like morning dew
O' the water is deep
I can't swim o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
Near the town of Liscannor in the county of Clare
Where many great Irishmans plans were laid bare
You saw the wild sea's as you stood on the heath
And wondered and gazed at the ocean beneath
Your life of religion was never to be
you soon found your way to the land of the free
Chorus:
Some men for adventure have planned for the stars
And others had hoped to see Venus or Mars
but you worked and you labored to build your wild dream
That you'd be the man with the first submarine
Now O'Donovan Rossa Bold Breslan Devoy
Knew that Holland's invention was real and no toy
For to take on the ships of the British Navy
And all would be done now from under the sea
The English protested to Old Uncle Sam
About the mischievous boat called the Great Fenian Ram
Oh he's just an inventor we've got nothing to hide
John Bull was so angry when the Yankees replied
Chorus
Neath the waves of the ocean this craft was at home
And the Fenians had plans for this boat for to roam
In the Passaic River, your friends were amazed
As your ship moved so silent neath the rivers and waves
An attack on the Empire was prevented by spies
And the cause was all crushed mid dissension and lies
But Uncle Sam's Navy was so proud of the boat
That the Holland's the name of the first sub afloat
Chorus
Here as I stand beside New York Bay
I can see all the ways you are remembered today
For your name is all written on tunnels and ships
On the streets of New York and on New Jersey's slips
So be proud sons of Erin, an Irishman he
John Holland the first for to voyage 'neath the sea
Leet the Statue of Liberty, a beacon shine free
For John Holland, the first for to voyage 'neath the
sea.
Oh father 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 memories
of far off distant days
when being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA !
Where are the lads who stood with me
when histoy was made
Ó grá mo chroí, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade
From hills and farms the call to arms
was heard by one and all
and from the glens came brave young men
to answer Ireland's call
twas long ago we faced the foe
the old brigade and me
by my side they fought and died
that Ireland might be free
Where are the lads who stood with me
when histoy was made
Ó grá mo chroí, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade
and now my boy I've told you why
on easter morn I sigh
for I recall my comrades all
from the dark old days gone by
I think of men who fought in glens
with rifles and grenade
may heaven keep the men who sleep
Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and,
To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Bla
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the Volunteers call he could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
-Chorus-
At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the pos toffice they nobley did show
How a handful of heros could outfight the foe.
To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisonners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He banded old comrades together to train
Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd think it's a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn
From the Arms of their loved ones and children new born.
For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she found t'was no use
And soon Mother England had asked for a truce
Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn
That brother and brother they never should turn
Alas that a split in our ranks 'ere we saw
Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Bla
Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain
A true son of Grainne his name long will shine
Oh I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the feilds all day,
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind,
That I should roam away.
For im tired of this civilian life,
Since the day that I was born,
So im off to join the IRA,
And im off tomorrow morn'.
And were all off to Dublin in the green,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
Where the bay'nets clash,
and rifles crash,
to the echo of the thompson gun.
I'll leave aside my pick and spade,
I'll leave aside my plough,
Oh ill leave aside my horse and yoke,
For no more I'll need them now.
And I leave aside my MAry,
She is the girl I do adore,
And I wonder if,
She thinks of me when she hears that canon roar.
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.
And when the war is over, and dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole.
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash
I can hear the bells of Dublin
in this lonely waiting room
And the paperboys are singin'
in the rain
Not too long before they take us
to the airport and the noise
To get on board
a transatlantic plane
We've got nothin' left to stay for,
We had no more left to say
And there isn't any work for us to do
So farewell ye boys and girls;
Another bloody Flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export, too....
It's not murder, fear or famine
that makes us leave this time
We're not going to join
McAlpine's Fusileers
We've got brains, and we've got visions; we've got
education, too!
But we just can't throw away
these precious years
So we walk the streets of London,
And the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night
in several Boston bars
We're the leaders of the future
But we're far away from home
And we dream of you
beneath the Irish stars
As we look on Ellis Island,
and the Lady in the bay
And Manhattan turns to face
another Sunday
We just wonder what you're doing
to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday
Because it's not the work
that scares us
We don't mind an honest job
And we know things will get better
once again
So a thousand times adieu,
We've got Bono and U2
All we're missin'
is the Guinness, and the rain
So switch off your new computers
cause the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin airport, or the boat that leaves
North Wall
There'll be no Youth Unemployment
any more
Because we're over here in Queensland,
And in parts of New South Wales
We're on the seas and airways
and the trains
But if we see better days,
Those big airplanes go both ways
Farewell To Dublin
Fare[C] thee well until we meet again down [F] by the
[Dm] Liffey[G] water
I'll[C] bid farewell to Dublin and her[F] streets of
cobble[C]stones
I'm going away to[F] leave you, my [C] friends and [G]
all the[G7] girls, [G] too
Till[C] I return to [F] see you, fare[G]well old [G7]
Dublin[G] town.
To the [C] city of our fathers, where [F] friends and
[Dm] foe have [G] gathered
Where the [C] Norman, Dane and Saxon have [F] mingled
with the [C] Gael
Administered the [F] kingdom but [C] soon the [G] Pale
was [G7] ree[G]ling
To [C] cradle Ireland's [F] freedom in [G] dear old
[G7] Dublin [G] town.
Down [C] by the river Poddle there was [F] whiskey,
[Dm] stout and [G] coddle
It was [C] there with all the gentle folk, we [F]
laughed and danced then [C] sang
And courted with your [F] daughters and [C] swam
a[G]round your [G7] wa[G]ters
And [C] seen our buildings [F] slaughtered in[G] dear
old [G7] Dublin [G] town.
I re[C]member in my childhood her [F] mountains [Dm]
and her [G] wildwoods
I'd [C] read of all her heroes in the [F] classroom as
a [C] boy
Of Thomas Street where [F] Emmet died, in [C] Sackville
[G] Street they [G7] fought with [G] pride
Of the [C] times when brave Wolfe [F] Tone did ride
through [G] dear old [G7] Dublin [G] town.
Her [C] poets they were many and her [F] writers [Dm]
they were [G] plenty
There was [C] Swift with all his little folk and [F]
Joyce and Molly [C] Bloom
Our heroes they're an [F] unsung gang, there's [C]
Forty [G] Coats and [G7] ould Bang [G] Bang
And [C] Zozimus who [F] always sang of [G] dear old
[G7] Dublin [G] town.
And [C] now I'm standing on the quay, my [F]
destin[Dm]y's un[G]certain
Where [C] fortunes have lost and won with the [F]
dealing of a [C] hand
The past it is a [F] purple haze, the [C] future [G] is
an [G7] untold [G] maze
The [C] present is a[F]nother gaze at [G] dear old [G7]
Dublin [G] town.
When all [G] beside a [C] vigil keep,
The [D] West's asleep, the [G] West's asleep
Alas! and well may [C] Erin weep
When [D] Connacht lies in [G] slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile [C] fair and free,
'Mid [Am] rocks their guardian [D7] chivalry.
Sing, [G] Oh! let [D] man learn [Em] liberty
From crashing [D] wind and lashing [G] sea.
That chainless wave and lovely land
Freedom and nationhood demand;
Be sure the great God never planned
For slumb'ring slaves a home so grand.
And long a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place.
Sing, Oh! not even their sons' disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory's trace.
For often, in O'Connor's van,
To triumph dashed each Connacht clan,
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Thro' Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
And later times saw deeds as brave,
And glory guards Clanricarde's grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
At Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's wave.
And if, when all a vigil keep,
The West's asleep! the West's asleep!
Alas! and well may Erin weep
That Connacht lies in slumber deep.
But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,
The West's awake! the West's awake!
Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,
There's Collen fair as May for a year and for a day
I have sought by every way her heart to gain.
There's no art of tongue or eye, fond youths with maidens
But I've tried with ceaseless sighs yet tried in vain
If to France or far off to Spain she'd cross the watery
main
To see her face again the seas I'd brave
For if 'tis heavens decree that mine she may not be
May the Son of Mary me in mercy save
Oh thou blooming milk-white dove,
To whom I've given true love,
Do not ever reprove my constancy;
There are maidens would be mine, with wealth in land or
kine,
If my heart would but incline to turn from thee;
But a kiss with welcome bland, and a touch of thy fair
hand,
Are all that I demand would'st thou not spurn,
For if not mine dear girl, oh snowy breasted pearl,
[G]There's quare things in Dublin between Howth and
Crumlin.
[C]Down in Rings[G]end there's a[Am] five-legged[D] cat,
A three-[G]legged donkey, two-headed monkey.
There's[C] nothing so[G] quare as this[D] four-faced
old[G] clock.
[G]There's a clock in old Dublin that stands on a
steeple,
[C]Proud and er[G]ect with four[Am] faces so[D] tall.
While[G] one of them says you are late, it's deceiving.
The[C] other one[G] says it's a[D] quarter be[G]fore.
You run down the[C] road and he[G] grins as you[D] hurry,
Then[G] just round the[C] corner you[G] look up in
sur[D]prise.
It's[G] not quite the same as it was on the last street.
[C]This bloody[G] blackguard is[D7] telling me[G] lies.
There's a half-hour to spare. Now how will I kill it
I'll nip up the road and nip in for a jar.
With the chimes of four bells, I look back in amazement.
His other side has gone past the hour.
There's a lesson in life to adopt and interpret.
It applies to all people regardless of race.
Don't put your trust or your faith in a person
I was born and raised in Boston,a place you all know
well,
Brought up by honest parents,the truth to you I'll tell,
Brought up by honest parents,and raised most tenderly,
Till I became a sporting lad at the age of twenty three,
My character was taken and I was sent to jail,
My friends they came and tried in vain to get me out on
bail,
The jury found me guilty,and the clerk he wrote it down,
The judge he passed the sentence,I was bound for
Charlestown.
They placed me on an east bound train on a cold
December's day,
And every station we passed by you could hear the people
saw,
There goes the Boston burguler,in cold chains he is
bound,
For one crime or anothr he is bound for Charlestown.
All you who have your freedom,take warning if you can,
And dont go round the syreets at night,breaking laws of
God or man,
For if you do you'll surly loose and find yourself like
To the tiny homesteads of the West
The recruiting sergeant came
He promised all a future bright
So the brave young men went off to fight
For the empire and her might
And many's the victory they had won
Many the hardships they had seen
They fought and died, side by side
Their enemies they had defied and for a foreign king
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we'll beat the drums no more
While serving in a far off land
The news had come from home
Of a peoples' fate it did relate
Of the tans and their campaign of hate
And we're fighting on their side
Arise Arise young Daly cried
Come join along with me
We'll strike a blow for Liberty
Our regiment will mutiny and support our friends at
home
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we'll beat the drums no more
And the Colonel stood before his troops
Those men who mutineed
He told them of those honours won
But the men stood in the blazing sun
Saying we'll fight your wars no more
For cannon fodder we had been
For the French at Waterloo at Suvla and Sud Elbar
We fought your every bloody war
And we'll fight you wars to more
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we'll beat the drums no more
Those men got penal servitude
And Daly's condemned to die
Far from his home in Tyrellpass
This young man's died in Ireland's cause
Far from his native land
And the drums they were a beating time
While the pipes did loudly play
When Daly died, the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Sergeant William Bailey was a man of high renown,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour
the town,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
His face was full and swarthy, of medals he had forty,
And ribbons on his chest red white and blue,
It was he that looked the hero as he made the people
stare O,
As he stood on Dunphy's corner tooral loo.
But alas for human greatness every dog he has his day,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
And Sergeant William Bailey he is getting old and grey,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
No longer youths are willing to take his dirty
shilling,
And things for him are looking mighty blue,
In spite of fife and drumming no more recruits are
coming,
For Sergeant William Bailey tooral loo.
Sergeant William Bailey what a wretched sight to see,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
His back that once was firm and straight is almost bent
in three,
Tooral looral looral looral loo,
Some rebel youths with placards have called his army
blackguards,
And told the Irish youth just what to do,
He has lost his occupation let's sing in jubilation,
Well once there lived a farmer,
A grand old soul was he,
He used to own a little farm,
Way down the country
He had an only daughter
And her I chanced to wed.
And when I asked him for her hand
Was this to me he said.
[chorus]
O' treat me daughter kindly
And keep her from all harm,
And when I die my will to you
My little house and farm,
My horse my dog my cow
And my bonny sheef and farm
And all the little chickens
'round the garden
I knew I loved this darling girl
And she to me the same
And when my daily work was done
With her I would remain
For to watch her milk her father's cows,
And shade them from all harm,
And many a glass of stout I had,
Before I left the farm.
O' treat me daughter kindly
And keep her from all harm,
And when I die my will to you
My little house and farm,
My horse my dog my cow
And my bonny sheef and farm
And all the little chickens
'round the garden
And now that we are married
And settled down for life,
I often think upon the words
Her father used to say,
For to treat his daughter kindly
And shade her from all harm,
And now I am the owner of,
His little house and farm.
O' treat me daughter kindly
And keep her from all harm,
And when I die my will to you
My little house and farm,
My horse my dog my cow
And my bonny sheef and farm
And all the little chickens
Now darkness fills the sky
Where once the summer sun did shine
Where lighter shades of blue were true
And the heavens they were mine
Now they are gone and now I seem to realize
That a storm has entered o'er my paradise
And it stopped the golden sunlight coming throuch my
door
And the daybreak never comes just like it did before
Just like it did before
Through the sleepy hours at night
This shady figure fills my door
And casts its magic spell to swell
The memories of my mind
Don't stop me now, I'm the man that on the moon did
walk
Don't stop me now, I'm the Jack that climbed the
beanstalk
And it stopped the golden sunlight coming throuch my
door
And the daybreak never comes just like it did before
Just like it did before
I spoke to it sometimes
And then it would speak back to me
Perhaps now that its me,
You see l'm dreamin' I am me
Don't stop me now, I m a winner in the Olympic Games
Don't stop me now, I'm the circus man that jumps
through flames
And it stopped the golden sunlight coming throuch my
door
And the daybreak never comes just like it did before
Just like it did before
The hidden drums of silence
Seemed to captivate my busy mind
And spoke to me somehow to show
What world was really mine
Then I awake and find my old familiar things upon the
shelf
In dungeon deep, I know what fate awaits me.
Tied hand and foot, the foe has bound me fast.
But in my pain, I pray the God above me
will grant this wish I know will be my last.
Don't bury me in Erin's fenian valleys,
Oh take me home to Ulster, let me rest.
And on my gravestone, carve this simple message,
Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
So gently drape the Red Hand round my shoulder,
Pin no heroes medals on my breast,
And if they ask, then will you kindly tell them,
Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
One evening fair as the sun was shining
To Kilkenny I did ride
I did meet with Captain Brady
a tall commander by his side
Then you are welcome Highland Paddy
By my side you'll surely stand
Hear the people shout for freedom
We'll rise in the morning with the Fenian band
Rise in the morning with the Fenian band
In the mornin' we rose early
Just before the break of dawn
Blackbirds singing in the bushes
Greetings to a smiling morn'
Gather round me men of Ireland
Gather Fenians gather round
Hand to hand with sword and musket
Spill the blood upon this holy ground
Then you are welcome Highland Paddy
By my side you'll surely stand
Hear the people shout for freedom
We'll rise in the morning with the Fenian band
Rise in the morning with the Fenian band
There's a glen beside the river
Just outside Kilkenny Town
There we met this noble captain
Men lay dead upon the ground
Then you are welcome Highland Paddy
By my side you'll surely stand
Hear the people shout for freedom
We'll rise in the morning with the Fenian band
Rise in the morning with the Fenian band
There's a grave beside the river
A mile outside Kilkenny Town
There we laid our noble captain
Birds were silent when this Fenian died
All my life I will remember
I'll remember night and day
That once I rode into Kilkenny
And I heard this noble captain say
Then you are welcome Highland Paddy
By my side you'll surely stand
Hear the people shout for freedom
We'll rise in the morning with the Fenian band
The crops are all in and the peaches are gathered
Oranges packed in their creosote bins
They re flying them back to the Mexican border
Twill take all their money to get back again
So farewell to my friends goodbye Roselita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't need a name when you fly the big aeroplane
And they will call you will be deportees
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
The fire bore it up and struck the hills round
Oh who were those friends who were scanered like dry
leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
So farewell to my friends goodbye Roselita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't need a name when you fly the big aeroplane
And they will call you will be deportees
Is this the best way for to plough our good orchards?
Is this the best way to grow our good fruit
To lie on the ground and to rot on the topsoil
And never know no name except deportees
So farewell to my friends goodbye Roselita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't need a name when you fly the big aeroplane
And they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like
thieves.
So farewell to my friends goodbye Roselita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't need a name when you fly the big aeroplane
Oh, come boys and I'll tell you a story
Of a piper who lived long ago
And he played all sorts of music
For friends and relations and foes
At hoolies and weddings and parties
Me lads, he was always the same
For he'd dance and he'd sing
And all sorts of things
Recitations and musical games
We invited him down to the party
He brought his old pipes just by chance
And we asked him to play a bit of a tune
He said: "No, I'll give you a bit of a dance"
So we gave him a naggin' of whiskey
And poured out a bottle of stout
And we cut a great hole in the bag of his pipes
And this is the tune that came out...
Oh, the piper that played before Moses
Was a comical bit of a tout
He'd all sorts of bellows and chanters
And ribbons and pipes hanging out
And when he'd go for to squeeze them
He'd huff and he'd puff and he'd blow
He'd scream and he'd shout
Till the music came out
And away to the races he'd go
We invited him down to the party
He brought his old pipes just by chance
And we asked him to play a bit of a tune
He said: "No, I'll give you a bit of a dance"
So we gave him a naggin' of whiskey
And poured out a bottle of stout
And we cut a great hole in the bag of his pipes
And this is the tune that came out...
He had all sorts of friends and relations
Who travelled from way overseas
With all sorts of grandeur and splendour
You'd nearly get weak at the knees
We cleared back the tables and dressers
When his cousin from Russia came in
On their hunkers they'd dance
They all took a chance
And kicked their heels to begin
We invited him down to the party
He brought his old pipes just by chance
And we asked him to play a bit of a tune
He said: "No, I'll give you a bit of a dance"
So we gave him a naggin' of whiskey
And poured out a bottle of stout
And we cut a great hole in the bag of his pipes
Up The Border
Oh, then Basil Brugha's me name, with me orange sash I
came
For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of july
And the English queen and crown I'll never let them
down
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.
Now beyond in USA you'll no longer hear them say
For president no papish need apply
For in Belafst there is no hope for a man they call the
Pope
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.
Though were're born in Ireland we must try to
understand
That we all like to be English when we die.
Even heaven would be dull i fit hadn't got John Bull
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.
‚Oh, then Basil be a dear,' said the wife to me one
year
‚To paper up the kitchen you must try.'
So I got some sticky glue, put up red, white and blue
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.
Now I have some empty bags and I'll fill them up with
fags
I'll buy them down in Dublin on the sly
And the customs men I'll hook, for me name is Basil
Brugha.
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.
If Sinn Fein give me their spell sure Belfast can go to
hell
Oh, my father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was
My mother was a Catholic and from County Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, and lived happily
enough;
Until the day that I was born, and things got rather
tough.
Baptized by Father Reilly, I was rushed away by car
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining
star.
I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of
that,
To my father I was Billy while my mother called me Pat.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.
Now, with mother every Sunday to Mass I'd proudly
stroll,
And after that the Orange lads would try to save my
soul.
And both sides tried to claim me but I was smart
because
I'd play the flute or play the harp depending where I
was.
And when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to my
mother's joy,
My father would jump up and say, "Look here, come here
me boy!
That's quite enough of that, lad," he'd toss me o'er a
coin,
He'd have me sing "The Orange Flute" and "The Heroes of
the Boyne."
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.
One day my ma's relations came 'round to visit me,
Just as my father's kinfolk were sitting down to tea;
We tried to smooth things over; they all began to
fight,
And me being strictly neutral, I kicked everyone in
sight.
My parents never could agree about my type of school,
My learning was all done at home; that's why I'm such a
fool.
They've both passed on, God rest them, but I was left
between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a star to be
seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of me
only love.
I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a
stone
I rapped on her bedroom window "My darling dear, do you
lie alone"?
[Chorus:]
I'm a rover , seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
Ans when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company.
She raised her head up from her feather pillow, raised
her arms up around her breast,
Saying "Who's at me bedroom window, disturbing me at me
long night's rest?
"It's only me, your own true lover, open the door and
please let me in.
For I have come on a long night's journey. I am near
drenched to the skin".
[Chorus]
She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, opened
the door and she let me in
We both shook hands and embraced each other. 'Til the
morning we lay as one.
"Well now me love, I must go and leave you, though the
mountains be high above
Well, I will climb them with greater pleasure that I
I'm a sailorman from Wexford town,
I've sailed the seven seas,
I will tell you a true story
Of the sunny southern seas.
We were caught up in the doldrums
While waiting for a breeze
When the stillness of the day was broke
By a merman in the deep blue seas.
Well the captain he slept below
While the crew they lay about
When down in the ocean, boys
We heard this mighty shout.
His hair was red, his eyes were green,
His beard was floating free
He'd a long green tail that could kill a wale
That waggled in the deep blue sea.
CHORUS:
An the mermaids looked so beautiful
As they swam around by the shore
But this merman with his fishy tail
I've never seen before.
And sailors tell the tallest tales
I've never told a lie;
He'd a long green tail that could kill a wale
that wobbled as he swam close by.
Was it Neptune that appeared to us
From his mansions in the deep?
Then the cook O'Toole then he ran below,
Woke the captain from his sleep.
And the captain came on deck at once
Took a look into the deep.
"Oh, I've never seen the likes of this!"
The merman then he soon did greed.
"Then who are you, where do you come from,
What do you want here?"
Then he shook his tail, it rocked the boat,
It filled our hearts with fear.
"You've dropped your anchor on my house,
Its blocking up me door
And my wife, the mermaid, she's trapped inside
and my children can't get out no more.
Chorus
Well, we quickly hoisted anchor, boys
And the merman than did smile:
"Sure, me name is Patrick John O'Rourke,
I came from Erin's isle.
It was many years ago from now,
I was shipwrecked on the reef,
When this pretty mermaid she rescued me,
From the perils of the ocean deep.
And we very soon were married.
Way down in the deep blue seas.
Now I'm happy and contented,
With my wife and family.
Though I oft times wish I could go home
and life on Ireland's shore.
But I'm committed to the ocean deep
I'll sing you a song of a row in the town
When the Green flag went up and the Crown flag came down
Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw
And they played the great game they call Erin Go Bragh
God Bless galant Pearse and his comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmad, McBryde
And here's to James Connolly who gave one Hurrah!
And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh
Now one of ourleaders was down in rings end
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh
Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
Butwhat was their often when the invaders men saw
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh
A great foreign captain was raving that day
Saying "Give me one hour and they'll blow you away"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his yaw,
And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh
A glory to Dublin, to her do renown
In the long generations her fame will go down
And the children will tell how they're forefathers saw
The struggle is over, the boys are defeated
Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom
We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated
And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom
Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I
My crime is the love of the land I was born in
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die
Chorus:
Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland
Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile
Farewell companions both loyal and daring
I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle
The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me
Over the billows to the land of the free
But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me
And with her I will sail far over the sea
Chorus
But I was arrested and cast into prison
Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy
But no man can call me a knave or a coward
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die
Chorus
Hark! I the bell's tolling, I well know its meaning
My poor heart tells me it is my death knell
In come the clergy, the warder is leading
I have no friends here to bid me farewell
Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart
Companions in arms to forget you must try
I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty
Chorus:
Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailer,
Fiddler, or a dancer, ploughboy or a sailor,
Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty,
Don't let me die an old maid, but take me out of pity.
Oh, I had a sister Sally, was younger than I am,She had
so many sweethearts, she had to deny them;
As for my own part, I never had many,
If you all knew my heart, I'd be thankful for any.
Chorus:
Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailer,
Fiddler, or a dancer, ploughboy or a sailor,
Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty,
Don't let me die an old maid, but take me out of pity.
Oh, I had a sister Susan, was ugly and misshapen,
Before she was sixteen years old she was taken,
Before she was eighteen, a son and a daughter,
Here am I, six and forty, and nary an offer.
Chorus:
Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailer,
Fiddler, or a dancer, ploughboy or a sailor,
Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty,
Don't let me die an old maid, but take me out of pity.
Oh, I never will be scolding, I never will be jealous,
My husband shall have money to go to the alehouse,
While he's there a-spending, well, I'll be home a-
saving,
And I'll leave it to the world if I am worth having.
Chorus:
Come a landsman, a pinsman, a tinker or a tailer,
Fiddler, or a dancer, ploughboy or a sailor,
Gentleman, a poor man, a fool or a witty,
O[D] Paddy dear, and[Bm] did you hear the[A] news
that's going round?
The[G] Shamrock is for[D]bid, by laws, to[A] grow on
Irish[D] ground!
No[D] more St. Patrick's[Bm] day we'll keep his[A]
color last be seen;
For, there's a[G] bloody[D] law agin the[A] Wearing[A7]
of the[D] Green!
Oh! I met with Nabertancly, and he took me by the hand,
And he says: How is Poor Ould Ireland, and does she
stand?
She's the most distressed Country that ever I have
seen:
For, they are hanging men and women for the Wearing of
the Green!
And since the color we must wear, is England's cruel
red,
Ould Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that
they have shed..
Then take the Shamrock from your hat, and cast it on
the sod:
It will take root, and flourish still, tho' under foot
'tis trod.
When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing
as they grow..
And when the leaves, in Summer time, their verdure does
not show..
Then, I will change the color I wear in my cabbeen:
But, till that day, plaze God! I'll stick to the
Wearing of the Green!
But if, at last, her colors should be torn from
Ireland's heart
Her sons, with shame and sorrow, from the dear old soil
will part;
I've heard whispers of a Country that lies far beyond
sea,
Where rich and poor stand equal, in the light of
Freedom's day!
O Erin! must we leave you driven by the tyrant's hand!
Must we ask a Mother's blessing, in a strange but happy
land,
Where the cruel Cross of England's thralldom never to
be seen:
But where, thank God! we'll live and die, still Wearing
Behind those English prison walls
So innocent and tortured all
They call for justice and for peace
and a chance to live again
for in their dark and lonely cell
There's no justice, there's no freedom bell
For those Irish men and women there
in prison without crime
So free the people let them go
You can't hold them anymore
But remember too it could be me or you
Behind those prison walls
By the laws of God it's surely wrong
for they suffered now for far too long
and with no evidence, no proof of what
You say they're guilty of
But to me it is a crime, a shame,
How you treated them was all a game
But the howling winds of justice will
cry out to free their names
So free the people let them go
You can't hold them anymore
But remember too it could be me or you
Behind those prison walls
You took away the sunshine and
You took away the rain
You stole away those youthful years they'll never see
again
You robbed them of their freedom and
You jailed them without a crime
You denied them of, their liberty and
You stole away their time
You stole the precious gift of time,
To me it is the greatest crime
So you must free the Guilford Four
You can't hold them any more
Or like the six in Birmingham
And the many others jailed and damned
Release them now and let them go
And justice will be done
So free the people let them go
You can't hold them anymore
But remember too it could be me or you
Behind those prison walls
So free the people let them go
You can't hold them anymore
But remember too it could be me or you
Well, I've been singing most my lifetime
Of Rockall, Strong Men and Botany Bay;
Singing songs of love and hope and freedom
While time has slowly slipped away.
Have you noticed the policemen getting younger?
And the busmen, they're getting younger too.
While all my friends are getting older,
I have stayed the same, you know, it's true.
And, Janie Mac, I'm nearly forty.
I think my hair is turning grey.
I'll be on the pension very shortly,
And how I long for yesterday!
We're so long together it's a record.
We should be in the Guinness Book of Fame.
For twenty-one long years we've been together,
And just for spite, we'll do the same again.
But there's silver threads in Tom's whiskers,
And Derek with the beard, he's getting bald.
While though he's getting kind of grumpy,
While I, I'm not just getting old.
And, Janie Mac, I'm nearly forty.
I think my hair is turning grey.
I'll be on the pension very shortly,
And how I long for yesterday!
So all you knockers and begrudgers
You will admit we have that touch of class.
If not, we'll send you our new record
And you can stick it up your....
And, Janie Mac, I'm nearly forty.
I think my hair is turning grey.
I'll be on the pension very shortly,
It was back in history's page, the story's told of a Napper Tandy brave and bold
With his scarlet and green, he then was seen with his big long gun his fighting men
And they beat at the drum, they fired their gun and they shook the English establishment
And the Lords and the Peers they then put fears and Grattan got his Parliament
So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen
In Belfast town there lived a man and his name was Samuel Neilson
A minister's son, Presbyterian, and the paper called the Northern Star
There was Henry Joy, the Green Volunteers and Thomas Russell and McCabe and McTeir
And to them was known a man Wolfe Tone and they formed the first United Men
So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen
So you sow your laws with dragons teeth and soon you'll see that you've sowed the seeds of bigotry
Be Englands fool divide they'll rule so they set to break the United Men
And they killed them in the fields and some in jail and some upon the Gallows high
When Willie Orr died his very last cry was "Unite and fight brave Irishmen"
So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen
Cast dissensions to the wind let all men lend to the common name of an Irishman
For across historys page to rant and rage men crossed the pails of bigotry
There was the men of '98 no sadder fate, Lord Edward, Tone and the brothers Sheres
It was Emmet's plea in 18 and 3 when he tried to set our country free
So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
Have you heard about the big strong man?
That lives in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight?
Oh, Lord what a hell of a fight.
You can take all of the heavyweights you've got.
We've got a lad that can beat the whole lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry,
Now he's gonna fight Jack Demspey.
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells' fire, don't push, just shove,
Plenty of room for you and me.
He's got an arm like a leg (a ladies' leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest'.
Now, he thought he'd take a trip to Italy.
He thought that he'd go by sea.
He jumped off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a man made of cork.
He saw the Lusitania in distress. (What he do?)
He put the Lusitania on his chest. (Big chest!)
He drank all of the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells' fire, don't push, just shove,
Plenty of room for you and me.
He's got an arm like a leg (a ladies' leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest'.
He thought he take a trip to old Japan.
They turned out the whole brass band.
He played every instrument they got,
Like a lad sure he beat the whole lot.
And the old church bells will ring (Hells bells!)
The old church choir will sing (Hells fire!)
They all turned out to say farewell to my big brother Sylvest'.
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells' fire, don't push, just shove,
Plenty of room for you and me.
He's got an arm like a leg (a ladies' leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
In dungeon deep, I know what fate awaits me.
Tied hand and foot, the foe has bound me fast.
But in my pain, I pray the God above me
will grant this wish I know will be my last.
Don't bury me in Erin's fenian valleys,
Oh take me home to Ulster, let me rest.
And on my gravestone, carve this simple message,
Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
So gently drape the Red Hand round my shoulder,
Pin no heroes medals on my breast,
And if they ask, then will you kindly tell them,
Here lies a Soldier of The UVF.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
Who fought and died for all he loved the best.
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier,
The bright sun a-shining and blue skies a-pining
For the want of some clouds or some ornamentation;
The heathers a-blazing and cows are a-grazing
As I sit on the hill overlooking the bay.
There out on the ocean the ships are in motion
From Killybegs Harbour right down to Kinsale;
Down in the harbour the crowds they have gathered
To watch the winds blowing the ships in full sail.
Some then sail for pleasure and others for treasure
And some do the wishin' and some are for fishin';
But what e'er you're making you'll need no awaking
To the dangers involved for the ships on the sea.
There out on the ocean the ships are in motion
From Killybegs Harbour right down to Kinsale;
Down in the harbour the crowds they have gathered
To watch the winds blowing the ships in full sail.
The seagulls are squawking they seem to be talking
Of this grandorous sight which seems oh so leisurely;
In summer it's pleasing but in winter it's teasing
And storms will be blowing the ships in the sea.
There out on the ocean the ships are in motion
From Killybegs Harbour right down to Kinsale;
Down in the harbour the crowds they have gathered
To watch the winds blowing the ships in full sail.
There out on the ocean the ships are in motion
From Killybegs Harbour right down to Kinsale;
Oh, father why are you so sad
On this bright Easter morn'
When Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land that they were born?
Oh, son, I see in mem'ries few
Of far off distant days
When being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA.
Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.
From hills and farms a call to arms
Was heard by one and all.
And from the glen came brave young men
To answer Ireland's call.
'T wasn't long ago we faced a foe,
The old brigade and me,
And by my side they fought and died
That Ireland might be free.
Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.
And now, my boy, I've told you why
On Easter morn' I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all
And dark old days gone by.
I think of men who fought in glen
With rifle and grenade.
May heaven keep the men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade.
Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see
Misty Foggy Dew
O come all you young and fair
And you who are in love
I`ll tell to you the many joys it brings
From your first to your last
Love is bitter sweet and sad
It`s gentle, it is strong, it is kind
Chorus:
And as we ramble by day
Through this lonely life we stray,
It`s sweeter to have loved along the way
Like the dew upon the Rose
and the fairy winds that blows
As we wonder through life`s misty foggy dew
Like the stream that`s rushing wild
And the mischief of the child
And the gentle waters slowly drifting by
Love is deeper than the seas
And far taller than the trees
It`s brighter than the stars up in the sky
Chorus:
Sometimes love I have lost
And sometimes I have found
Are better to have loved than none at all
That same stream that`s rushing wild
And the mischief of the child
And the gentle waters slowly drifting by
Chorus:
Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand
And alone in a crowded hall
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But but my heart is not here at all
It lies far away by night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone
But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met
In the valley near Slievenamon
Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air
Nor her cheeks of roses glow
Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair
Nor was it her lily white brow
'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth
And the smile like a summer's dawn
that stole my heart away one soft summer's day
In the valley near Slievenamon.
In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever
my restless spirit cries
My love oh my love will 1 ne'er see you more
And my land will you never uprise
By night and by day 1 ever ever pray
While lonely my life flows on
To see our flag unrolled
And my true love to enfold
I joined the Flying Column in 1916
In Cork with Seán Moylan, Tipperary with Dan Breen
Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced for to die
Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee Mountain Boy
We crossed pleasant valleys and over the hilltops green
Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Seán Hogan and Dan Breen
Seán Moylan and his gallant band they kept the flag
flying high
Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee Mountain Boy
We crossed the Dublin mountains we were rebels on the run
Though hunted night and morning we were outlawed but free
We tracked the Wicklow mountains as the sun was shining
high
Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee Mountain Boy
I'm bidding farewell to old Clonmel that I never more
will see
And to the Galtee mountains that oft times sheltered me
To the men who fought for liberty and died without a sigh
May the cause be ne'er forgotten said the Galtee Mountain
Near Banbridge Town in the county down one morning last July
Down a boarding green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet in her two bare feet, to the fringe of her nut-brown hair,
Young Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann; she's the star of the County down.
Refrain: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, from Galway to Dublin town, No maid I have seen like the fairy colleen that I met in the county down.
As she onward sped sure I scratched my head and I looked with a feeling rare:
"Ay" says, says I to a passer-by, "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
And he smiled at me and he says, says he: "that's the gem if an Irelands crown!"
It's Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann - she's the star of the county down.
Refrain
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
with my shoes shone bright and my hat upright for a smile from my nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, till my plough was a rust-coloured brown,
‘Till a smiling bride by my own fireside is the star of the county down.
Last[D] eve as I[G] wandered quiet[D] near,
To the border's of[G] my little[A] farm,
A[G] beautifull maiden ap[D]peared,
Whoes lovelyness[G] caused my heart's[D] harm,
By her daring and[G] love smitten sour,
And the[D] words from her[A] sweet lips that came,
ToD] meet her I[G] raced the field[D] o're,
But for Ireland i'd[G] not tell her[D] name.
If this[D] beauty but my[G] words would[D] heed
The words that I[G] speak would be[A] true,
I'd[G] help her in every[D] need,
And indeed all her[G] work I would[D] do,
To[D] win one fond[G] kiss from my love,
I'd[D] read her ro[A]mances of fame,
Her[D] champion I[G] daily would[D] prove,
But for Ireland I'd[G] not tell her[D] name.
There's a beautiful stately young maid,
At the nearing of my little farm,
She's welcoming kind unafraid,
Her smile is both childlike and warm,
Her gold hair in masses that grows
Like amber and sheen is that same,
And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose,
Last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga
Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers
I'm from even where da dead die
But try an do it big like da kid from bed stuy
I see death around da corna and I ain't scared
I got a [Incomprehensible] wit 15 and I'm fully prepared, that's right
Lord a mercy 20 rounds in a clip
Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip
Shoot first and ask question lata
Da answer is it was all about da paper
And everything da game is shit to lose
And a new forty-five that I'm dyin' to use
Say if ya real like me
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
If ya real like me
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
I done seen niggaz come and go
Shit da whole world done seen wat I done before
We do anythang when da funds is low
I'm da reason outta town as don't come no mo
Let me show you niggaz how to break down da whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a [Incomprehensible] man
It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough I ma jack my plug
We was born in it not sworn in it
You can go against it or you can join wit it
Make my mark so da streets gon' rememba me
Now come and git it nigga Cashville Tennekee holla back
Say if ya real like me
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
And if ya real like me
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G's was O.D's
'Cause they talk pleas and includin' G's like you and me
The first step was going to set a trap
So in a short period they convince da grand jury to allow a phone tap
And if they listen in
Not once did they hear us mentioning
Murder and a cocaine distributing
Through all that was dividends comin' in
I'm straightly gettin' betta yet we too smart for ya bullshit
Callin' all cars, it's your brother-in-laws
And tell 'em hurry up and come dem niggaz got gunz
Man down shots fired only fuck niggaz and cops died
First stage of a ride and dem fuck couldn't sneak by
When you on a witnessin' and shit five bitch be quiet
Because they only got what you tell 'em
And then da witness that they had to [Incomprehensible]
Was lyin' there dead
Shot in da street all red wit two shots to his head
'Cause he was workin' for da feds
And they last informant informed us they had it out for us
For a bird but he got popped for it
So ride or die for 'em, betta yet you betta kill 'em
'Cause I think he gon get da bitch to tell 'em
And he probably done all ready told
But then again with out a witness dem bitches ain't got shit, say
If ya real like me
Throw ya hoods in da air so da whole wide world can see
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Last of a dying breed
If ya real like me
Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that it's gotta be
Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed
Long Kesh
There's[G] a place just[C] outside[G] Lisburn
It's a place that's[D] known to[G] few
Where a[C] group of[D] Irish re[G]bels
Are[C] held by[D] Faulkner's[G] crew
They are forced to[D] live in[G] cages
Like the inmates[D] of Belle[G]vue
But the sperit of[D] 19[G]16
Will always[D] see them[G] through
The men in this vile place
They come from far and near
Some from the Derry Bogside
And Omagh town so near
And some of them from Belfast
From the markets and the Falls
From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrone
On that black day in August
When Faulkner showed his hand
He thought that by internment
He could break our gallant band
But the boys from Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
How they thaught those English soldiers
In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning
High upon the gallows tree,
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty.
But a lad of eighteen summers,
Still there's no one can deny,
As he walked to death that morning,
He proudly held his head on high.
Just before he faced the hangman,
In his dreary prison cell,
The Black and Tans tortured Barry,
Just because he wouldn't tell.
The names of his brave comrades,
And other things they wished to know.
"Turn informer and we'll free you"
Kevin Barry answered, "no".
"Shoot me like a soldier.
Do not hang me like a dog,
For I fought to free old Ireland
On that still September morn.
"All around the little bakery
Where we fought them hand to hand,
Shoot me like a brave soldier,
For I fought for Ireland."
"Kevin Barry, do not leave us,
On the scaffold you must die!"
Cried his broken-hearted mother
As she bade her son good-bye.
Kevin turned to her in silence
Saying, "Mother, do not weep,
For it's all for dear old Ireland
And it's all for freedom's sake."
Calmly standing to attention
While he bade his last farewell
To his broken hearted mother
Whose grief no one can tell.
For the cause he proudly cherished
This sad parting had to be
Then to death walked softly smiling
That old Ireland might be free.
Another martyr for old Ireland;
Another murder for the crown,
Whose brutal laws to crush the Irish,
Could not keep their spirit down.
Lads like Barry are no cowards.
From the foe they will not fly.
Lads like Barry will free Ireland,
'Twas on Good Friday morning,
All in the month of May,
A German Ship was signalling,
Be yond out in the Bay,
We had twenty thousand rifles
All ready for to land,
But no answering signal did come
From the lonely Banna Strand.
"No signal answers from the shore",
Sir Roger sadly said,
"No comrades here to meet me,
Alas, they must be dead,
But I must do my duty
And at once I mean to land",
So in a small boat rowed ashore
On the lovely Banna Strand.
Now the R.I.C. were hunting
For Sir Roger high and low,
They found him in McKenna's fort;
Said they: "You are our foe",
Said he: "I'm Roger Casement,
I came to my native land,
I mean to free my countrymen
On the lonely Banna Strand.
They took Sir Roger prisoner,
And sailed for London town,
And in the Tower they laid him,
A traitor to the Crown;
Said he "I am no traitor",
But his trial he had to stand,
For bringing German rifles
To the lonely Banna Strand.
'Twas in an English prison
That they led him to his death,
"I'm dying for my country"
He said with his last breath,
They buried him in British soil
Far from his native land,
And the wild waves sing his requiem
On the lonely Banna Strand.
They took Sir Roger home again
In the year of '65,
And with his comrades of '16
In peace and tranquil lies,
His last fond wish, it is fulfilled
For to lie in his native land,
And the waves will roll in peace again
There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room
A uniform so simple in its style
It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while
One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years
In memory of your father Sean she said
And when I put the sam brown on,
she was smiling through hear tears
As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
Chorus: It's just a broad black brimmer
with ribbons frayed and torn from the
careless whisk of many a mountain breeze
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees
A sam brown belt with a buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty many's a day
But when men claim Ireland's freedom
The one should choose to lead them
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
It was the uniform worn by me father year's ago
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run
It was the uniform he wore in that little church below
Whne oul Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one
And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways
He wore it when he marched out with the rest
And when they bore his body down on that rugged heather braes
They placed the broad black brimmer on his chest
For those who are in love
There's a song that's warm and tender
For those who are oppressed
In song you can protest
So liberate your minds
And give your soul expression
Open up your hearts
I'll sing for you this song
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
It was back in ancient times
The bard would tell his stories
Of the heroes, of the villain
Of the chieftains in the glen
Through Elizabethian time
And Cromwellian war and fury
Put our pipers to the sword
Killed our harpers and our bards
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
Ireland, land of song
Your music lives forever
In its valleys, in its mountains
In its hills and in its glens
Our music did survive
Through famine and oppression
To the generations gone
I'll sing for you this song
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Now the autumm leaves are falling and the tourists have all gone
And the children they have all gone back to school
And my life is as it was before
I work eight hours a day but the company's still making all the rules
There's a girl in Massachusetts south of Boston town she said
And her lovely face is with me all the day
But I met her down in old Tralee, golden hair upon her head
Well I took her heart and she stole mine away
[Chorus]
Goodbye my Boston beauty farewell my Boston rose
I'll wait for you I'll think of you no threat to you I'll pose
Goodbye my Boston beauty farewell my Boston rose
I wish that you were here but I know thats the way life goes
Theres a song we sang all summer in the bars in Dublin town
I can here it on the factory radio
And the feeling I remember when I here that simple tune
Make me wonder if it really happened so
For we laughed and loved together 'till the summer days were gone
And she had to fly across the ocean wide
[Repeat Chorus]
And some nights when im drinking and my friends have gathered 'round
And just for fun someone calls out your name
Well I smile there with the rest of them but I cant here a sound
I love you but to them it's all the same
And nights when im alone my love you come into my mind
And visions flash across the Emerald Isle
Well I watch the moon there up above I'll leave this earth behind
And I'll call to you as I go sailing by
It was far across the sea, when the devil got a hold of me
He wouldn't set me free, so he kept me soul for ransom
na na na na na...
I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town,
I've sailed this world around and round
He's the meanest thing that I have found
In all me days of wandering
na na na na na...
Here we go again, we're on the road again.
We're on the road again, we're on the way to paradise.
We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise
Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts!
Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic,
Graffiti on the wall...
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
We went thru each jungle deep
for the paradise that we did seek
twas no trip for the weak
we're waltzing with the natives
Around in circles every way,
He turned to me and he did say,
"I think you're leading me astray,
I want your soul, me boyo!"
na na na na na
Here we go again, we're on the road again.
We're on the road again, we're on the way to paradise.
We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps
For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise
Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts!
Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic,
Graffiti on the wall...
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
There's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as
father's room
A uniform so simple in its style
It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered
plume
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while
One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years
In memory of your father dear she said
And when I put the Sam Brown on,
she was smiling through her tears
As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head
Chorus:
It's just a broad black brimmer
with ribbons frayed and torn from the
careless whisk of many a mountain breeze
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees
A Sam Brown belt with a buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty many's a day
But when men claim Ireland's freedom
The one she should choose to lead them
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA
It was the uniform worn by me father year's ago
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run
It was the uniform he wore in that little church below
When oul Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one
And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways
He wore it when he marched out with the rest
And when they bore his body down on that rugged heather
braes
They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast
In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave,
And wildly around it the winter winds rave;
Small shelter I ween are the ruined walls there
When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare.
Once I lay on that sod it lies over Wolfe Tone
And thought how he perished in prison alone,
His friends unavenged and his country unfreed
"Oh, bitter," I said, "is the patriots meed.
"For in him the heart of a woman combined
With heroic spirit and a governing mind
A martyr for Ireland, his grave has no stone
His name sheldom named, and his virtues unknown."
I was woke from my dream by the voices and tread
Of a band who came into the home of the dead;
They carried no corpse, and they carried no stone,
And they stopped when they came to the grave of Wolfe Tone.
There were students and peasants, the wise and the brave,
And an old man who knew him from cradle to grave,
And children who thought me hard-hearted, for they
On that sanctified sod were forbidden to play.
But the old man, who saw I was mourning there, said:
"We come, sir, to weep where young Wolfe Tone is laid,
And we're going to raise him a monument, too
A plain one, yet fit for the loyal and true."
My heart overflowed, and I clasped his old hand,
And I blessed him, and blessed every one of his band:
"Sweet, sweet tis to find that such faith can remain
In the cause and the man so long vanquished and slain."
In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave,
And freely around it let winter winds rave
Far better they suit him the ruin and gloom
In a dimly lit room by the smoldering fire
Sat an old man so lonely, so sad, and so tired
Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live
With his few small possessions and his past to relive
(chorus)
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone
A dusty old picture, the pride of his home
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath
"Ireland unfree shall never be at peace"
And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime
Oh it seems now there's nothing goes faster than time
To his comrades of old, he remembers the day
When he marched behind Pearse, and the bold IRA
(chorus)
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone
A dusty old picture, the pride of his home
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath
"Ireland unfree shall never be at peace"
And it's to Easter week and his thoughts wander back
Oh those leaders of men sure no courage did lack
But now he's just left with his memories of old
For his name, nor his story will ever be told
(chorus)
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone
A dusty old picture, the pride of his home
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath
"Ireland unfree shall never be at peace"
He gazed at the picture and he gave a sad smile
For each wrinkle and line told a struggle of time
Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears
For the man in that picture was his friend Patrick Pearse
(chorus)
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone
A dusty old picture, the pride of his home
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath
Sweetheart I'm bidding you a fond farewell
Murmured the youth one day
I'm off to a new land my fortune to to try
And I'm ready to sail away
Far away in Australia, soon will faith be kind
And I will be ready to welcome the lass
The girl I left behind
Must we be parted this fair maid cried
I cannot let you go
Still I must leave you,the young man replied
But for only a while you know
Far away in Australia, soon will faith be kind
And I will be ready to welcome the lass
The girl I left behind
Wheather it's success or failure
I will always be true
Proudly each day in a land far away
I'll be building a home for you
Far away in Australia, soon will faith be kind
And I will be ready to welcome the lass
The girl I left behind
Daily she waits at the old cottage gates
Watching the whole day through
Till a sweet message comes over the waves
In a new world to join two
Far away in Australia, soon will faith be kind
And I will be ready to welcome the lass
WHERE IS THE FLAG OF ENGLAND?
Henry Dupre LaBouchere
Let the winds of the world make answer!
North, South, East, West,
Wherever there is wealth to covet
Or land to be possessed:
Wherever the savage nations
To coddle, coerce or scare,
You may look for the vaunted emblem
For the Flag of England is there!
Aye, it waves over the blazing hovels
Whence its African victims fly
To be shot by explosive bullets
Or wretchedly starve and die:
Or where the beachcomber hammers
The isles of tbe southern sea -
From the peak of his hellish vessel
The English flag flies free!
The Maori, full of hate, curses
With his fleeting, dying breath.
And the Arab hath hissed his curses
As he spat at its folds in death.
The hapless fellah hath feared it
On Tel el Kebir's parched plain.
And the blood of the Zulu hath stained it,
With a deep indelible stain.
It has floated over scenes of pillage
And flaunted over deeds of shame.
It has waved o'er the fell marauder
As he ravished with Sword and flame:
It has looked on ruthless slaughter
And assassination dire and grim.
And has heard the shrieks of its victims
Drown even the jingo hymn.
Where is the flag of England?
Seek the land where the natives rot
And decay, and assured extinction
Must soon be the people's lot.
Go to the once fair island
Where disease and death are rife
And the greed of colossal commerce
Now fattens on human life.
Where is the flag of England?
Go sail where the rich galleons come
With their shoddy and wasted cotton,
And beer and Bibles and rum.
Seek the land where brute force hath triumphed
And hypocrisy hath its lair.
And your question will thus be answered
I'll sing you a song of a terrible wrong,
When the flags all flew at half mast.
And a man he lay dead he'd been riddled with lead,
And he died on the streets of Belfast.
All the radio said was another shot dead
And he died with a gun in his hand
But they never said why Billy Reid had to die
'Cause he died to free Ireland.
It happened one day when the bold IRA
Set out to fight for their land
With an old Thompson gun put the troops on the run
And return to their home was their plan.
All the radio said was another shot dead
And he died with a gun in his hand
But they never said why Billy Reid had to die
'Cause he died to free Ireland.
While returning the guns Billy met British Huns
And when the fight had begun
His position was dire when his gun wouldn't fire
So he died with that old Thompson gun.
All the radio said was another shot dead
And he died with a gun in his hand
But they never said why Billy Reid had to die
'Cause he died to free Ireland.
Allthough he lay dead he was kicked in the head,
By the hair they dragged him around.
But the still fear him yet and we can never forget,
How brave Billy Reid stood his ground.
All the radio said was another shot dead
And he died with a gun in his hand
But they never said why Billy Reid had to die
'Cause he died to free Ireland.
If you think he was right come and join in the fight,
And help us to free Belfast.
For the blood that he shed and although he lay dead,
At the Siege of Limerick
Patrick Sarsfield won the day
but they Irish they were cheated
when his army went away
Queen Ann and her successors
forced on us those Penal Laws
denying the rights and liberty
of religion lands and property
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
diddlily i dle do di diddly idle de
Then came the three mad Georges
and they had us nearly fooled
they couldn't speak the lingo
of the countries that they ruled
puppets of the ascendancy they kept the Irish down
and the rebels and the whiteboys had
their armies on the run
And You'll never beat the Irish
no matter what you do
you can put us down and keep us out
but we'll come back again
you know we are the fighting Irish
and we'll fight until the end
you know you should have known
you'll never beat the Irish
Then famine Queen Victoria
came to rule us by and by
she was on the throne so bloody long
we thought she'd never die
she presided over hunger
famine poverty and disease
she drove the people from their home
to their deaths or to land beyond the seas
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
diddlily i dle do di diddly idle de
All Across the 19th century we fought oppression
with great zeal
O'Connell spoke his blarney
for emancipation and repeal
Young Ireland and the Fenians
tried with dynamite and gun
Parnell, the Men of Sixteen died, then Michael Collins
had them on the run
You'll never beat the Irish
no matter what you do
you can and put us down and keep us out
but we'll come back again
you know
we are the fighting Irish
and we'll fight untill the end
you know you should've known
You'd never beat the Irish
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
diddlily i dle do di diddly idle de
Murder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
cheating stealing diddle idle de
ducking diving faugh a bala clear the way
O me name is Joe McDonnell from
Belfast town I came
That city I will
never see again
For in the town of Belfast
I spent many happy days
I love that town in oh so many ways
For it's there I spent my childhood and found
for me a wife
I then set out to make
for her a life
But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate
And you dare to call me a terrorist
while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron
hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
Through those many months internment
In the Maidstone and the Maze
I thought about my land throughout those days
Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail
Imprisoned without crime or without trial
And though I love my country I am not a bitter man
I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand
So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's hand
For right or wrong I'd try to free my land
And you dare to call me a terrorist
while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron
hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
Then one cold October morning trapped in a lion's den
I found myself in prison once again
I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or
more
On the Blanket the conditions they were poor
Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of
But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn
But now, I'm a saddened man I've watched my comrades
If only people cared or wondered why
And you dare to call me a terrorist
while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron
hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
May God shine on you Bobby Sands
for the courage you have shown
May your glory and your fame be widely known
And Francis Hughes and Ray McCreesh who died
unselfishly
And Patsy O Hara and the next in line is me
And those who lie behind me may you're courage be the
same
And I pray to God my life is not in vain
Ah but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind
The men behind the wire
Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn
Heedless of the crying children
Cragging fathers from their beds
Beating sons while helpless mothers
Watched the blood poor from their heads
Not for them a judge and jury
Nor indeed a trial at all
But being Irish means you´re guilty
So we´re guilty one and all
Round the world the truth will echo
Cromwell´s men are here again
England´s name again is sullied
In the eyes of honest men.
Proud we march behind our banner
Firm we´ll stand behind our men
We will have them free to help us
Build a nation once again
On the people step together
Proudly march on their way
Never fear never falter
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