You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lyin' far awa
I am a weaver, a Carleton Weaver, I am a rash and a roving blade. I have silver in my pouches; I'm going to follow the roving trade. Chorus: Whiskey,
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'
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd; Had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet To rise in the world he carried a hod.
Morning came through my window Didn't stop to say hello Quickly made way for afternoon Afternoon stuck around Only 'till the sun went down Suddenly I
I've been a wild rover for many's the year And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with money in great store And I never
As I was sitting by the fire Talking to O'Reilly's daughter Suddenly a thought came into my head I'd like to marry O'Reilly's daughter. Chorus: Giddy
Chorus: And it's home boys, home! Home I'd like to be, home for a while, in me own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny elm tree Are all a-
Well, here I am from Paddy's land, the land of high renown. I broke the hearts of all the girls for miles from Keady Town; and when they hear that
The two of us just sitting here together in this room Everything the way that it should be You see the way I look at you it makes you turn away But
In the streets of London Not long ago in a time The same gaslight to light your path Would leave shadows to hide the crime The drunks who were sick
I had breakfast with St. Swithin He was waiting on a train He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy, I won't be through this way again." I said, "There
Well Mary was a lass From the lower class She was an Irish emigree When she arrived in New York In a kitchen she found work Cooking meals in the Bowery
It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray. I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar
Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away. They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear, Farewell, farewell to ye, MacPherson's live will no be long Round yonder gallows-tree. Say rantingly and say
sail or walk the plank What was your name or what is your rank If there's work on a ship--don't volunteer like Monahan the mutineer And off in Halifax town
, for John Kelly, the boy from Killanne!" Enniscorthy's in flames, and old Wexford is won, And the Barrow tomorrow we cross. On a hill o'er the town
