no one can deny That while I stood there, nobody could dare To say black was the white of my eye. cho: recorded Clancys (I think) RG filename
my duty- A hero I lived and a hero I'll die. chorus: From Irish Songs of Resistance, Galvin Recorded by Patric Galvin, Clancys filename[ ROBTEMMT play
, If any poor traveler [be knighted] (benighted?) like me, Oh, beware of Dick Darby and the black cavalry. * line missing, faked by RG From The Irish Songbook, Clancys Recorded by Clancys
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down And I took out my violin to play my love a tune In the middle of the tune, O she sighed and she said
ye weavers, ye Calton weavers Weavers where e're ye be Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey She'll ruin you like she ruined me Recorded by MacColl-Steam Whisdtle Ballads, Clancys
swore I robbed the house, in spite of all her screechin' And I got six months hard, for my coortin' in the kitchen. Recorded by Galvin - Irish Love Songs, Clancys
Well, here I am from Paddy's land, a land of high renown I've broke the hearts of all the girls for miles round Keady town And when they hear that I'm
glass has run, I'll say, "Begone, you knave! For great Bacchus gave me leave To take another etc. Recorded by Galvin- Irish Drinking Songs, Clancys filename
An Ulsterman I am proud to be From the Antrim Glens I come. Although I labour by the sea I have followed flag and drum. I have heard the martial tramp
knew I could wash and wring If my love knew I could weave and spin I'd make a dress all of the finest kind But the want of money leaves me behind. Recorded by Ives, Clancys
1. The gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady, He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang, And he won the heart of a lady
Tim Finnegan lived in watling street A gentle Irishman, mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet To rise in the world, he carried a hod See
from Cornwall England. It was first printed in Gilbert's Christmas Carols in 1893. From BTM FSI-96. Recorded by Redpath - Lowlands, Clancys- Flowers
she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still Recorded by Clancys
Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys; Bring her head round, into the weather, Hill you ho, boys,let her go, boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay What care
, us all to march away. We paid for all the meat that we ate, stood a treat, And went home to ruminate on the spree that day. copyright 1961 Tiparm Music Pub. Clancy Brothers
Murphy, And open Heaven to all your men; The cause that called you may call tomorrow In another fight for the green again. Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
all the Murphys afloat, If you're in for a row or a ruction, Just tread on the tail o' me... cho: Recorded by Patric Galvin, Clancys (I think
