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Glendalough Saint

In Glendalough lived an old saint  
Renowned for learning and piety 
His manners was curious and quint 
And he looked upon girl with disparity

He was fond of readin` a book 
When he could get one to his wishes 
He was fond of castin` his hook 
In among the ould fishes

But one evenin` he landed a trout 
He landed a fine big rout, Sir 
When young Kathleen from over the way 
Came to see what the ould monk was about, Sir

"Oh get out o` me way" said the saint 
for I am a man of great piety 
and me good manners  I wouldn`t taint 
not by mixing with female society

Oh but Kitty she wouldn`t give in 
And when he got home to his rockery 
He found she was seated therein 
a-polishin` up his ould crockery

Well he gave the poor creature a shake 
And I wish that the Garda had caught him! 
For he threw her right into the lake 
And, be Jaysus, she sank to the bottom


Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty 
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone 
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! 
 
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! 
 
She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder 
For so were her father and mother before 
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! 
 
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! 
 
She died of a fever and no one could save her 
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone 
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! 
 
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O! 
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O! 
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!


Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year and
I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
and now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never. No, nay, never, no more!
Will I play the wild rover. No, never, no more!

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
and I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay
such a custom as yours I could have any day

Chorus

I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened up with delight
she said she had whiskeys and wines of the best
and the words that she told me were only in jest

Chorus
I went home to my parents, confessed what I'd done
and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son
and when they'd caressed me as oft times before
I never will play the wild rover no more

Chorus

 

Dicey Reilly

Oh poor old Dicey Reilly has taken to the sup
And poor old Dicey Reilly will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
Where she goes in for another little drop
And the heart all of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill, and as the people stare
She says "It's nearly half past one
I just drop in for another little one.'
And the heart all of the rowl is Dicey Reilly

 

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks, 
And by yon bonnie braes, 
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond, 
Where me and my true love 
Were ever want to gae, 
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. 
 
Oh! ye'll take the high road and 
I'll take the low road, 
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; 
But me and my true love  
Will never meet again 
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. 
 
'Twas then that we parted 
In yon shady glen, 
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond, 
Where in purple hue 
The Highland hills we view, 
And the moon coming out in the gloaming. 
 
Oh! ye'll take the high road and 
I'll take the low road, 
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; 
But me and my true love  
Will never meet again 
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. 
 
The wee birdie sang 
And the wild flowers spring, 
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping, 
But the broken heart it kens 
Nae second Spring again, 
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting. 
 
Oh! ye'll take the high road and 
I'll take the low road, 
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; 
But me and my true love  
Will never meet again 
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.


Some say the Devil is Dead 

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

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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 
bed at night. It makes her nice and randy. 

Chorus

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. 

Chorus  
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.