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Big Strong Man (My Brother Sylveste)

Have you heard about the big strong man? 
He lived 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 dove off the harbor in New York, 
And swam like a great big shark. 
He saw the Lusitania in distress. 
He put the Lusitania on his chest. 
He drank all of the water in the sea, 
And he walked all the way to Italy.

He thought he take a trip to old Japan. 
They turned out a big brass band. 
You can take all of the instruments you’ve got, 
We got a lad that can play 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’.

Bog Down in the Valley

O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o
O-ro the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley-o

And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin' tree
With the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin' limb
With the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that limb there was a branch, a rare branch, a rattlin' branch
With the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.

(Repeat, adding a line each time)
Now on that branch there was a twig, a rare twig, a rattlin' twig.....

Now on that twig there was a nest, a rare nest, a rattlin' nest.....

Now in that nest there was an egg , a rare egg, a rattlin' egg.....

Now in that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin' bird.....

Now on that bird there was a feather, a rare feather, a rattlin' feather .....

Now on that feather there was a flea, a rare flea, a rattlin' flea .....


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BUILDING UP AND TEARING ENGLAND DOWN

Oh I've won the hero's name with McAlpine and Costain
With Fitzpatrick Murphy, Ash and Wimpy's gang
I've off and on the road on me way to draw the dole
When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Lang
And I used to think that God made the mixer pick and hod
So that Paddy might know hell above the ground
I've had gangers big and tough tell me tear it all old gruff
When you're building up and tearing England down

In a tunnel under ground a young Limerick man was found
He was built into the New Victoria Line
When the boneless gang and past sticking from the concrete cast
Was face of little Charlie Joe Devine
And the ganger man McGurk said big Paddy hates the work
When the gas main blew and he flew off the ground
Oh they swore he said don't slack I'll not be long before I'm back
Keep on building up and tearing England down

I was on the shuddering jam on the day that Jack McCann
Got the better of his stammer in a week
He fell from the shuddering jam when that poor old stuttering man
He was never ever more inclined to speak
And I saw old Balls McCall from a high fly over fall
Into a concrete mixer spinning round
Though it wasn't his intent he got a fine head of cement
When he was building up and tearing England down

I remember Carrier Jack with his hod upon his back
How he swore one day he'd set the world on fire
But his face they've never seen since his shovel it cut clean
Through the middle of the big high tension wires
For no more like Robin Hood will we roam through Crickelwood
Or dance around the pubs in Camden town
Oh but let no man complain sure no Pat can die in vain
When he's building up and tearing England down

So come all you Navvy's bold do not think that English gold
Is just waiting to be taken from each sod
For the likes of you and me will never get an OBE
Or a knighthood for good service to the hod
If the concrete master race were to keep you in your place
And a ganger man to kick you to the ground
If you ever try to take part of what the bosses make
When you're building up and tearing England down


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A BUNCH OF THYME

Come all ye maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

Chorus:
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Oh thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to my mind

Once I had a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
But on came a lusty sailor, who chanced to pass that way
He stole my bunch of thyme away

The sailor gave to me a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me well minded
Of when he stole my thyme away

Come all ye maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

Chorus:
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Oh thyme with all its labors, along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to my mind


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BURGHEAD SANDS

Come again, come again ye Burghead men
And sail wi' the mornin' tide
Come again, come again through the wind and the rain
To the place where you'll always bide

Chorus:
And you know if stand of the Burghead sand
All the years be ten times ten
You'll aye be a slave to the ocean wave
Till your back on the sea once again

When the fishing's done, the harvest won
Take oot your boat tae Skye
Tae the harbor gate, where the woman wait
Till you're safely by their side

Chorus

Till your back on the sea once again
Born in the wee of the great North Sea
Where the weepin' willows laughed
Married at birth to the Moray Firth
And the deck o' a fishin' craft

Chorus

Till your back on the sea once again
Come again, come again ye Burghead men
Tae the Broch(?) where you'll aye belong
To the Dewar's(?) Well, the Claive's smell
And the Oyster's catchers song

Chorus


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BURKE AND HARE

Chorus:
Burke and Hare were a terrible pair, their deeds were beyond belief
They worked underground in Edinburgh town, the cruelest kind of thief
Aye they stole the lives of the city's poor, the city's waifs and strays
Got them drunk and tied them tae a bunk and smothered the lives away

And in the Tanner's Close in the old Westport, those rottens had their lair
And manys a wretch from there was fetched in a box up to Surgeon's Square
For ten pounds each was the priced they reached for the contents of every box
And they denied folks lives to satisfy knives of anatomist Dr. Knox
Chorus

So sixteen souls departed this world at the hands of the villainous crew
"Well it sure beats work", says lazy bugger Burke and Hare took a similar view
But there evil ways and their drunken days, very soon were cut short
For they grew to smart and let down their guard and very soon they were caught
Chorus

Ah, but William Hare he took a terrible scare, he turned super-grass with glee
He snitched on mate and left him to his fate, while he got away Scot free
But William Burke he dangled and jerked as the hangman ended his life
And in a final twist that famed anatomist cut him up with his surgeon's knife
Chorus

For they stole the lives of the city's poor, the city's waifs and strays
Got them drunk and tied them tae a bunk and smothered the lives away
The swine, smothered the lives away


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BURKE AND HARE [2]

Tae help the folk in medical school, word is passed around
A body nae mair than ten days auld will bring in fourteen pound.
It's a terrible thing, but truth tae say—in this age o' greed
A man's worth little when he's alive, but plenty when he's deid.

Chorus:
An' it's doon the close an' up the stair a but-an'-ben wi' Burke and Hare
Burke's the butcher, Hare's the thief and Knox is the man that buys the beef.

So in the dark of mony a nicht, when a' guid folks are sleeping
By the dyke and in the kirkyard come twa shadows creeping.
An' mony a man that's cauld richt thru an' safely hid away
He never thocht it wisnae the last he'd see the licht o'day.

But no contented wi' howkin' deid, a ploy that aye gets harder
They've started pickin' healthy folk, and then committin' murder.
An' a' arood the countryside creeps a fearsome pair—
Be ye man or wife or wean, ye're nae safe from Burke and Hare.

Chorus

Men and women, auld and young, the sickly and the hale
Were murdered, packed up and sent off tae Knox's human sale.
That man o' skill wi' subjects warm was frequently supplied,
Nor did he question where or how the person brought had died.

Chorus

But noo auld Reekie can sleep at last; these two will trade nae mair
It's the gallows tree for William Burke, and a pauper's grave for Hare.
It's a terrible thing, but truth tae say—in this age o' greed
A man's worth little when he's alive, but plenty when he's deid.

Chorus


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THE BUTTON PUSHER

Chorus:
I am the man, the well fed man, in charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the Atom war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not,
There'll be nobody left but me

I sit at me desk in Washington in charge of this great machine
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strychnine
And in the evening after a tiring day just to give meself laugh
I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for a blast

Chorus

If Brezhnev starts his nonsense and makes a nasty smell
With a wink and a nod from Nixon I'll blast them all to hell
And as for that fella Castro—him with his sugar cane
He needn't hide behind his whiskers—I'll get him just same

Chorus

If me wife denies me conjugal rights or me breakfast is sour
From eight to nine in the morning you're for nervous hour
The Button being so terribly close it's really a dreadful joke
I'll part with arse as I go past and we'll all go up in smoke

Chorus

Now I'm thinking of joining the Army, the Army that bans the bomb
We take up a large collection and I'll donate me thumb
For without it I am helpless and that's the way to be
You don't have to kill the whole bloody to make the people free

Chorus

 


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BACK IN DURHAM GAOL

I'm a poor man as honest as they come I never was a thief until they caught me,
The judge said he swore me hands were red, no matter how I pled they found me guilty,
There was no bail, I'm off to Durham Gaol, I'm going and nothing now can save me,
Calamities they always come in threes, and that's how many months it was they gave me.

Chorus:
And it's no never in the livelong day,
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol.
And it's no never in the livelong day,
Will you find me back in Durham Gaol.

'Twas a gray day when first I went astray, the divil take the man who came to tempt me,
For in no time me life was one of crime, and now you see the trouble that its got me.
There are four bare walls at which stare, me food and me lodgings they are paid for,
You can't see the turning of the key, to hear the turning that is all you wait for.

Chorus

Oh it's sad to say that here I to stay, with only iron bars around to lean on,
I get a bath to dampen down me wrath, though it's barely just a month ago I got one,
God knows I need a suit of clothes, you'd think they could have found a one to fit me
Me boots would be fine if they were both a nine, I'm walking like a fall of stones had hit me

Chorus

And I'm sure that me mother's heart would break, to see me in a state of such repentance,
I'm glad she's not around to see, and I'll be out before she finished her sentence,
The sun will shine, I'll leave it all behind, knowing I've done me time and done me duty,
Then out of the gate on the narrow and the straight, to the place where I've buried all the booty.



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BACK TO TUAM

Seven years since I took the road and caught the magic bus aboard
In the city there's worlds of wonderful stuff I've taken some trips and capture the buzz
But I've had enough of this crowded place, too many people and not enough space
I've got some songs I'd like to put down; I hear Kenny's gone 24 track now

Chorus:
As true as God I'm telling you straight, I'm on my way and I just can't wait
Will you air the bed in my old room, cause I'm goin' back to Tuam

I miss the walking up the street, every few yards there's someone to meet
Will you go for a pint or I meet have two, the porter tastes great in the afternoon
Meself and herself have broken up, I know you'll that it's all for luck
Time is a healer it heals all wounds, I hope it starts on mine real soon

Chorus:
As true as God I'm telling you straight, I'm on my way and I just can't wait
Will you air the bed in my old room, cause I'm goin' back to Tuam

They moved the cross; it must feel lakes, walking around the square
Someone told me that Joe Bags skirted, he's gone to God knows where

Are the football men still standing, discussing last Sunday's match
Is the rustic vaults still the same, is there music in the thatch

Chorus:
As true as God I'm telling you straight, I'm on the road and I just can't wait
Will you air the bed in my old room, cause I'm goin' back to Tuam
I'm goin' back, me bags are packed, I'm goin' back to Tuam


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THE BALENA

The noble fleet of whalers came sailing from Dundee
Well manned by British sailors to work upon the sea
On the western ocean passage none with them can compare
For there's not a ship could make the trip as Balena I declare

Chorus:
The wind is on the quarter and her engine working free
And there's not another whaler that sails out from Dundee
Can beat the ould Balena she'll need no trial run
For we challenge all both great and small from Dundee to St. John

It happened on Tuesday three days out of Dundee
The Gale took off the long boat and a couple of men you see
That took away our bulwark out stanchions and our rails
And left the ould Balena a frothing in the gales

There's a new built Terra Nova she's a model with no doubt
There's the "Arctic" and the "Aurora" you've heard so much about
There's Jacklin's model mail-boat the terror of the sea
Couldn't beat the ould Balena boys on a passage from Dundee

Chorus

Bold Jacklin cut the canvas and fairly raised the steam
And Captain Guy with Erin boy goes ploughing through the stream
But Millan says the "Eskimo" could beat the bloomin' lot
But to beat the ould Balena boys they'd find it rather hot

And now that we have landed boys where the rum is mighty cheap
We'll drink success to Captain Guy for getting o'er the deep
And health to all our sweethearts and to our wives so fair
Not another ship could make that trip but the Balena I declare

Chorus
Chorus


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THE BALLAD OF BALLINAMORE

Leitrim is a very funny place sir a strange and troubled land
All the boys are in the IRA sir all the women in Cumann na Ban
Every tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker displayed for all to see
Sure it was no wonder that the Gardai made a blunder
Sez your man from RTE

Chorus:
Every bird upon my word is singing "I'm a rebel" sir up in Mohill sir
Every hen indeed is laying hand grenades I do declare sir in Dromahair sir
Every crock of a Leitrim cock is longing to be free
Even sheep are advising there'll be another risin'
Sez your man from RTE

Today Tonight went to Ballinamore sir they were briefed by the Gardai
On the video they showed to them the Provos 'atin curry and drinking tea
The were all wearin' Russian balaclavas each carried an RPG
British scalps around their tummy pockets full of stolen money
Sez your man from RTE

Chorus

Leitrim is seething with sedition it's Sinn Fein through and through
All the task force have joined the local unit the post office is the GHQ
They've a racetrack underground for training Shergar
"No comment" is all they'll say to me
Subversion here is bubblin' oh please take me back to Dublin
Sez your man from RTE

Chorus

Oh the other day I traveled down the road sir and spied in a an old boreen
Such a bunch of Fenians there sir dressed in orange white and green
The IRA sent me a time bomb in the mail
So be Jasus and begorrah I'll be gettin' out tomorrow
Sez your man from RTE

Chorus
Chorus


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THE BALLAD OF BILLY REID

I'll sing you a song of a terrible wrong,
When the flags they flew at half-mast
And a man he lay dead, he'd been riddled with lead
He died on the streets of Belfast

Chorus:
Oh, the radio said, "There's another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand."
But they didn't why Billy Reid had to die
He died to free Ireland

It happened one day when the bold IRA
Went out to fight for their land
With an old Thompson gun, they'd the troops on the run
And returning to home was their plan

Chorus

When returning the gun, Billy met British Huns
And when the fight had begun
His position was dire and his gun wouldn't fire
And he died with the old Thompson Gun

Chorus

Although he lay dead, he was kicked in the head
By the hair they dragged him around
They still fear him yet, and they'll never forget
How brave Billy Reid stood his ground

Chorus

If you think he was right, come and join in the fight
And help to free Belfast
For the blood that he shed, and although he lay dead
In our minds his memory will last

Chorus
Chorus


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THE BALLAD OF JACK DOOLIN

There was a wild colonial boy Jack Doolin was his name
Of poor but honest parents he was born near Castlemane
He was his father's only son his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love their wild colonial boy
At the early of sixteen years he left his native home
And round Australia's sunny shores a bushranger did roam
He robbed the wealthy squatters their stock he did destroy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

Chorus:
So come along me hearty's we'll roam the mountains high
Together we will plunder and together we will die
We'll wander over valleys and gallop over plains
And scorn to live in slavery bound down in iron chains

In '61 this daring youth commenced his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear
He held up the Beechwood mail coach and robbed judge McEvoy
Who trembling told give up his gold to the wild colonial boy
Well he bade the judge good morning and told him to beware
He never robbed an honest who acted on the square
But a man who'd robbed his mother of her son and only joy
He could expect no mercy from the wild colonial boy
Chorus

One day as he was riding the mountainside along
Listening to the kookaburra's pleasant laughing song
He spied three mounted troopers Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of the wild colonial boy
Surrender now Jack Doolin you see we're three to one
Surrender in the King's high name you are a highwayman
Jack drew a pistol from his belt and waved it like a toy
I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy
Chorus

He fired at trooper Kelly that brought him to the ground
And in return from Davis he received his fatal wound
All shattered through the jaw he lay still firing at Fitzroy
And that's the way they captured him the wild colonial boy
Chorus


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THE BALLAD OF JAMES LARKIN

In Dublin City in 1913 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The women working, the children starving, then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
The workmen cringed when the boss man thundered, seventy hours was his weekly chore
He asked for little and less was granted, lest gettin' little, then he'd ask for more

But on came Larkin in 1913, a mighty man with a mighty tongue
The voice of labor, the voice of justice, and he was gifted and he was young
God sent Larkin in 1913, a labor man with a union tongue
He raised the workers and gave them courage; he was their hero, the worker's son

It was in August the boss man told us, no union man for him could work
We stood by Larkin and told the boss man, we'd fight or die, but we would not shirk
Eight months we fought and eight months we starved; we stood by Larkin through thick and thin
But food less homes and the crying of children, they broke our hearts, we could not win

When Larkin left us we seemed defeated. The night was black for the working man,
But on came Connolly with hope and counsel. His motto was that we'd rise again
In 1916 in Dublin city, the English soldiers they burnt our town
They shelled the buildings, and shot our leaders; the harp was buried beneath the crown

They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett; they shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave.
From bleak Kilmainham the took their bodies to Arbour Hill to a quicklime game
But last of all of the seven leaders I sing the praise of James Connolly
The voice of labor, the voice of justice, he gave his life that men might be free


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THE BALLAD OF LYNCH'S ARMY

Jack Lynch came out from Dublin and he had 10,000 men
He marched them up to the border and he marched back again
But such an armored column lads the like was never seen
500 mounted bicycles all-wearing of the green

Chorus:
Let him go let him tarry let him sink or let him swim
He does give a damn for us nor we a damn for him
He sits on his ass in Dublin and hope he does enjoy
Selling out his country for he's England's little boy

Well, the Special Branch in are something for to see
They'll crawl out of the castle to inform on you and me
But the day is coming soon me boys you'll hear those rifles bark
The only snakes in Ireland will be in the Phoenix Park

Chorus

Well, Jack where were you last August with all your merry men
Ah were you on the Falls Road or in the Bogside then
No you were phoning London and squealing all you knew
On every Irish rebel that would hold a gun it's true

Chorus

When we finally get our freedom we'll make them understand
Scrap Fianna Fail Gestapo and all their rotten band
But we want a true Republic with the workers in command
That won't betray their countrymen of sell them out of hand

Chorus
Chorus


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THE BALLAD OF RONNIE'S MARE

You can sing of all your sport'n hero's like Mr. McGrath and the rest
But there's a horse in the county of Wicklow that's beaten all of the best
The slowest humper, the lowest jumper and great for a stroll 'round the park

Chorus:
The servant lasses, the upper classes and daughters of millionaires
They all appear from far and near for a ride on Ronnie's mare
For a ride on Ronnie Drew's mare

In Greystone's town on a Sunday morning a crowd will always appear
To catch a glimpse of the famous mare they call the horse of the year
She's the best at racin', but sees no disgracin'
Pulling a big old milk cart
Chorus

In the Barnaby bar boys talked of the horse show and they said she ought to be showed
She was tutored and trained by the two Evans boys on the grass by the side of the road
Though she won up in Dublin without any troublin',
Next day she was back in the cart
Chorus

Joe Sweeny the punter suggested one day they should enter her in for a race
So all was arranged, Billy Fox would be jockey and New Castle would be the place
But the boys all agreed it, even if she succeeded,
She'd go back to deliverin' milk
Chorus

Well, the boys where there to lay out their ready's and cheer the horse past the post
But when Fox had a look at the competition, he turned as white as a ghost
We'll have some hassle to beat Willy Castle
Says Ronnie "for jeez sake!"
Chorus

The race it was tough, but the mare she was flyin' they knew that she couldn't loose
But in the midst of the celebrations arrived some tragic news
In her finest hour all the milk had gone sour
So now she was out of a job
Chorus


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BALLAD OF ST. ANNE'S REEL

He was stranded in some tiny town of fair Prince Edward Island
Waiting for a ship to come and find him
A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and a tiny trace
Of fiddling in the distant far behind him

A dime across the counter then, a shy hello, a brand new friend
Walk along the street in the wintry weather
A yellow light, an open door, a welcome friend, there's room for more
And then they're standing there inside together

He said I've heard that tune some where before, but I can't remember when
Was it on some other friendly shore, did I hear it in the wind
Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard from someone I love
But I've never heard it sound so sweet since then

And now his feet begin to tap, a little boy says, 'I'll take your hat'
And he's caught up in the magic of his smile
And leap the heart within him went, when off across the floor he's sent
His clumsy body graceful as a child

He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in the town
There's magic in the dancer's feet and the way they put them down
Smiling people everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair
Laughter, old blue suits, and Easter gowns

The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
The empty chairs, the wooden floors, that feels the touch of shoes no more
Waiting for the dancers to come back

And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town
The strings are broke, the bow is gone, and the case is button down
But sometime on December nights, when the air is cold and the wind is right
There's a melody comes passing through the town


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THE BANDON CAR

Come all you lads and lassies and listen to my sad tale
And I'll tell to you what happened to me one night down in Kinsale
It being the summer season I found myself a job
Singing ballads in a bar to make a couple of bob
I'd been doing a bit of a stint, me boys down in the Folk House bar
Little did I know in town that night was the Bandon car

Chorus:
Oh, they're baggin' 'em in Berehaven, Kilbrittain and Kinsale
The Fivemile and Belgooly, the story's much the same
No matter where you come from, no matter where you are
If you're a man that likes his porter, beware of the Bandon Car!

And when the gig was over and me gear all packed away
Says I, I'll have one for the road, then leave without delay
But alas! That was the one I fear that caused me my downfall
But how was I to know me fate? Sure I didn't have a clue at all
When I had donned me cap and coat and drank down my last jar
The barman's final comment was, "Watch out for the Bandon Car."

Chorus

I was just about to leave for home when much to my dismay
A Garda car with flashing lights came up and barred me way
Says he, have you drink taken? Says I, a small amount
Says he, would that be five or six? Says I, I never count
He made me blow into the bag, saying, tonight you've gone too far!
And to the station I was taken in the back of the Bandon Car

Chorus

Now the doctor he was sent for, looking tired and distressed
Through bleary eyes he asked me, would I mind a urine test
Says I, I like things private when I answer nature's call
But that request was soon shot down I had to bare it all
Oh! what a terrible indignation to take a thing so far
And I wished that they could go to hell, along with th' oul' Bandon Car

Chorus

Now I've been law-abidin' since the day that I was born
But this terrible legislation! I view it now with scorn
There's trickies and there's hooflers who breaks laws every day
But they can't be caught easily and they get clean away
I've tried every means I know to avoid the social scar
But there is no way you'll get fair play from the boys in the Bandon Car

Chorus


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THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND

Oh you Western Ocean labourers, I would have you all beware, 
That when you're aboard of a packet-ship, no dungaree jumpers wear, 
But have a big monkey jacket always at your command, 
And think of the cold Nor'westers on the Banks of the Newfoundland.

Chorus: 
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round with holystone and sand, 
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks on the Banks of the Newfoundland.

As I lay in my bunk one night a-dreaming all alone, 
I dreamt I was in Liverpool, way up in Marylebone, 
With my true love beside of me, and a jug of ale in hand, 
When I woke quite brokenhearted on the Banks of Newfoundland. 

Chorus

We had one Lynch from Ballinahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore; 
It was in the winter of sixty-two, those sea-boys suffered sore, 
For they'd pawned their clothes in Liverpool, and sold them out of hand,
Not thinking of the cold Nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland.

Chorus

We had one female passenger, bridget Riley was her name, 
To her I promised marriage and on me she had a claim. 
She tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for our hands, 
For she couldn't see the sea-boys freeze on the Banks of Newfoundland.

Chorus

And now we're off Sandy Hook, my boys, and the land's all covered with snow. 
The tug-boat will take our hawser and for New York we will tow; 
And when we arrive at the Black Ball dock, the boys and girls there will stand, 
We'll bid adieu to the packet-ships and the Banks of Newfoundland.

Chorus


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THE BANKS OF THE ROSES

Chorus:
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said
O-ro Johnny lovely Johnny don't ya leave me

When I was a young man I heard me father say
That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any runaway
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses

Chorus

And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
That I can take the bottle or can leave it alone
If her daddy doesn't like it he can keep his daughter at home
And you Johnny will go rovin' with another

Chorus

And when I get married twill be in the month of May
When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay
And me and me true love we'll sit an and sport and play
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses

Chorus


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BANNOCKBURN

Edward of England northwards did ride
Will yon Scotsman fight was the question that he cried
Will yon Scotsman fight, aye in darkness or daylight
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce

Chorus:
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce
Will yon Scotsman fight, aye in darkness or daylight
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce

A hundred thousand Sassenachs had rallied to their King
And Edward King of Scots was the boast that he did sing
No English King of Scots no our freedom's nearly bought
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce
Chorus
The brave and mighty Bruce to his countrymen did turn
He said stand fast and true when you reach the Bannockburn
Stand fast and true for this land belongs to you
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce

Chorus
Now long-bows of England at forty-thousand force
Deadly and grim fell upon the Scottish gorse
Deadly and grim fell still we sang our battle hymn
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce

Chorus
The Bannockburn is won the Sassenachs are fled
Nothing now remains but the dying and the dead
Nothing now remains but a Scottish Monarch reigns
We shall die or be free cried the Bruce

Chorus


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THE BANTRY GIRLS LAMENT

Oh who will plough the fields now and who will sell the corn
And who will watch the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn
And the stack that's in the haggard un-threshed it will remain
Since Johnny went a roving all in the wars of Spain

And the girls from the Bawnage in sorrow may retire
And the piper and his bellows go home and blow his fire
For Johnny, lovely Johnny he's sailing o'er the main
He's along with other patriots to fight the King of Spain

And the boys will surely miss him when Moneymore comes round
And they grieve that their brave Captain is nowhere to be found
And the peelers must stand idle against their will and grain
For the gallant boy who gave 'em work now peels the King of Spain

And at wake or hurling matches your likes we'll seldom see
Till you come home again to us astroirin gheal mo chroi
And won't you trouble the buckeens who show us great disdain
Because our are not as bright as those you'll meet in Spain

And if cruel fate does not permit our Johnny to return
His heavy loss, we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn
We'll resign ourselves to our sad loss and die in grief and pain
Since Johnny died for freedom's sake in the foreign land of Spain


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THE BARLEY MOW

Oh, here's good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the pint pot, half a pint, gill, half a gill, quarter gill, nipper kin and a round bowl
Here's good luck, good luck, good luck to the Barley mow

Oh, here's good luck to the half gallon, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the half gallon, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the half gallon, pint pot, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the gallon, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the gallon, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the gallon, half gallon, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the half barrel, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the half barrel, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the half barrel, gallon, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the barrel, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the barrel, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the barrel, half barrel, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the daughter, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the daughter, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the daughter, barrel, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the landlord, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the landlord, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the landlord, daughter, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the brewer, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the brewer, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the brewer, landlord, etc…

Oh, here's good luck to the company, Good luck to the Barley mow
Jolly good luck to the company, Good luck to the Barley mow
Oh, the company, brewer, etc…


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THE BARNYARDS O' DELGATY

As I cam in tae Turra market, Turra market for tae fee
It's I fell in wi' a wealthy fairmer, The barnyards o' Delgaty

Chorus:
Lin-ten addie too rin addie, lin-ten addie toorin ae
Lin-ten low rin, low rin, low rin, the barnyards o' Delgaty

He promised me the ae best pair, that was in a' the kintra roon
Fan I gae hame tae the Barnyards, There was naething there but skin and bone
Chorus

The auld black horse sat on his rump, The auld white mare lay on her wime
For a' that I would hup and crack, They wouldna rise at yokin' time
Chorus

Fan I gang tae the kirk on Sunday, Mony's the bonny lass I see
Sittin' by her faither's side, An' winkin' ower the pews at me
Chorus

Oh, I can drink and no be drunken, An' I can fecht an' no be slain
An' I can lie wi' anither man lass, An' aye be welcome tae my ain
Chorus

My caun'le noo it is burnt oot, It's lo we is fairly on the wane
Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards, Ye'll never me here again
Chorus


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THE BARRAS 

There's a spot in Glasgow City that's well ken't the whole world o'er
It's mare famous than the Mona Lisa's face
It is visited by royalty and rouges frae every airt
Everybody kens the barras is the place
Did you ken St. Peter lost the keys to yon big pearly gates
And he thought that he'd get flung oot o' his job
But a clever angel telt him, ach St. Peter dinnae greet
You can buy one at the barras for a bob

Chorus:
Oh the barras, oh the barras, there's no in Rome or Paris
You'll have tae go tae Glasgow's Gallowgate
They sell tickets tae the moon, and a return for half-a-crown
And five bob guarantees a first class seat

You've heard how Samson lost his strength, Delilah cut his hair
He was left as weak and baldy as a wean
So he traveled o'er to Scotland, to the barras for a cure
And he soon was strong and hairy once again
One day a Frenchman noticed that the Eiffel Tower was gone
And the president when notified grew pale
So he called oot all his soldiers and they hunted high and low
Till they found it at the barras up for sale

When the Romans came tae Scotland, many donkeys years ago
They got nae further than the Gallowgate
For the lads who ran the Barras swapped them souvenirs for swords
Then the fly wee Glasgow keelies had them bate (beat)

In a school nae far frae Partick Cross the teacher asked the class
Tell me what do you know about the missing link
Then a wee lad in the front row shot his hand up in the air
You will find one at the Barras, sir, I think

When oor Prince Charlie had tae flee away frae Scotia's shores
Seek refuge far across the friendly main
For the tears ran streaming frae his eyes, hushed words he did speak
Ach, I love to see the Barras once again
So before I close my story let me give you some advice
If you're after something cheap or second-hand
Take a trip up to the barras for there's none that can compare
Tae the things they sell in Glasgow's barrowland


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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE

It fell aboot the Lama's tide when Muir men won the day
The dowty Earl o' Douglas rade in tae England tae catch him a prey
He has chosen the Lindsy's licht with them the Gordon's gade
The Earl o' Fife with vowed and strife and Sir Hugh Montgomery
First they took Northumberland and there to Bambershire
Then on tae dale they burnt it hale and set it all on fire
Then he marched up tae New Castle he raid it roond aboot
Who was the Laird of this castle and was the Lady oot

Up then spake Laird Percy fair and oh but he spake high
I am the Laird o' this castle my wife's the lady gay
If thou art the Laird o' this castle sae weel it pleases me
For ere I cross the border fairs en o' us shall dee
I shall stay at Otterbourne while ye shall welcome me
Yet come ye not in three days time first lord then I'll call ye
Oh I will come proud Percy said by the licht o' loonley dee
I'll wait ye there Lord Douglas said my pledge I give tae thee

He belted en his good braed saird in tae the field he ran
But he forgot the helmet good that should he kept his brains
When Percy wa' the Douglas met I what he was frew frame
He swacked their sairds aye sair they swad till blood ran doon like rain
Percy wa' his good braed saird and good tae sharply wound
Has cut the Douglas on the brood till they fell upon the groond
The wound was deep he' fain would sleep right by the bracken tree
He's laid him doon all wounded sair beside the lily reeds

The moon was clear the day drew near 'the spears and flinders flew
And monys the gallant English man that day the Scotsman slew
The Gordon's gird in English blood they steeped their hose and shoen
The Lindsay's flew like fire aboot until the day was done
Then Percy and Montgomery met with all the fog a'tween
They swapped blaws and aye the swad till the blood ran doon between
We shall not yield tae lord or loon nor shall ye yield tae me
But yield ye tae yon Brackenbush beside the lily reed

I'll not yield tae Brackenbush nor will I tae a fire
But I would yield tae Earl Douglas or tae Hugh Montgomery
When he found out it was Montgomery he stuck his sword in the ground
Said Hugh he was a courteous nicht and took him by the hand
For he had dreamed a dreary dream a fore that fateful day
He saw a deed man win the field a deed man doon he lay
And battle was done at Otterbourne at the breakin' o' the day
Lord Douglas was buried at the Brackenbush and Percy does not away

 


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Black Watch

You've heard about the B-men the cruel RUC
You've heard about the Black and Tans in bygone history
But theres another regiment the devil calls his own
Theyre known as the Black Watch commisioned by the throne

Strolling down the Falls Road with riot guns and gas
Terrorising women as they're coming out of mass
A bunch of Scottish critters we never will forget
Thank God we know the IRA sure arent beaten yet

These soldiers come from Scotland a place you all know well
From the hardest part of Glasgow the teddy boys do dwell
They're given a British uniform they're given a British gun
They joined a British regiment to have themselves some fun

When I grow up and marry and have a little son
Ill tell him of the regiment the terrible things they've done
And when that he grows older becomes a man like me
He'll become a volunteer and set old Ireland free


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The Black and Tan gun.

   It was down in the town of old Bantry,
   Where most of the fighting was done,
   It was there that a young Irish soldier,
   Was shot by a Black-and-Tan gun.

   As he raised himslef up to his elbow,
   As the blood from his wounds ran red,
   He turned to his comrades beside him,
   And these are the words he said:

   "Won`t you bury me out on the mountains,
   So that I can see where the battle was won?"
   So they buried him out on the mountains,
   `Neath a cross that stood facing the sun.

   They wrote: "Here lies a true Irish soldier,
   Who was shot by a Black-and-Tan gun,"
   And now we are back in old Dublin, our victory over and won,
   We think of our comrades we buried under God`s rising sun.


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   The bold Black and Tan

   Says Lloyd-George to Macpherson, "l give you the sack,
   To uphold law and order you haven't the knack,
   I'll send over Greenwood, a much stronger man,
   And fill up the Green Isle with the bold Black and Tan."

   He sent them all over to pillage and loot
   And burn down the houses, the inmates to shoot .
   " To re-conquer Ireland, he said, is my plan
   With Macready and Co. and his bold Black and Tan."

   The town of Balbriggan they've burned to the ground
   While bullets Like hailstones were whizzing around;
   And women left homeless by this evil clan.
   They've waged war on the children, the bold Black and Tan.

   From Dublin to Cork and from Thurles to Mayo
   Lies a trail of destruction wherever they go;
   With England to help and fierce passions to fan,
   She must feel bloody proud of her bold Black and Tan.

   Ah, then not by the terrors of England's foul horde,
   For ne'er could a nation be ruled by the sword;
   For our country we'll have yet in spite of her plan
   Or ten times the number of bold Black and Tan.

   We defeated Conscription in spite of their threats,
   And we're going to defeat old Lloyd-George and his pets;
   For Ireland and Freedom we're here to a man,
   And we'll humble the pride of the bold Black and Tan.

                         


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   Bold Robert Emmet

   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.

   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 repeat)

   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-
   A hero I lived and a hero I'll die.

   (Chorus repeat)


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 Boolavogue

   At Boolavogue as the sun was setting,
   O`er the bright may meadows of Shelmalier,
   A rebel hand set the heather blazing,
   and brought the neighbours from far and near;

   Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack
   Spurred up the rock with a warning cry:
   "Arm! Arm!" he cried, "For I`ve come to lead you,
   for Ireland`s freedom we`ll fight or die!"

   He lead us on against the coming soldiers,
   And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight,
   `Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
   Showed Bookey`s regiment how men could fight;

   Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
   Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
   For Father Murphy of County Wexford,
   Sweeps o`er the land like a mighty wave.

   We took Camolin and Enniscorthy,
   And Wexford storming drove out our foes,
   `Twas at Slieve Coilte our pikes were reeking
   With the crimson blood of the beaten Yeos.

   At Tubberneering and Ballyellis,
   Full many a Hessian lay in his gore,
   Ah! Father Murphy had aid come over,
   The Green Flag floated from shore to shore!

   At Vinegar Hill, O`er the pleasant Slaney,

   Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
   and the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy,
   and burnt his body upon a rack.

   God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy,
   And open Heaven to all your men,
   the cause that called you may call tomorrow,
   in another fight for the Green again.


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   Boys of Kilmichael

   On the twentieth day of November,
   the day that the tans left Macroom.
   they were loaded in two crossley tenders
   not knowing that they'd meet their doom
   But when they came to Kilmichael
   they suddnely came to a stop
   For they met with the boys of the column
   Who made a clean sweep of the lot.

   Then over the hills went the echo
   the peal of the rifle and gun
   The flames from the lorries gave tidings
   That the boys from Kilmichael had won.

   So here's to the boys of Kilmichael
   Those brave lads so gallant and true
   Who fought 'neath the green flag of Erin
   And conquered the red, white and blue.
 


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  BARRY'S COLUMN

   From East to West, from North to South,
   They tried to hunt the column out
   But the tans were forced to go without
   The boys of Barry's Column

   In armoured cars they came to stay,
   And wipe the Irish cowards away
   But oh, the lovely holiday
   Was stopped by Barry's Column

   (chorus)

   Oh but isn't great to see
   The Tommies and the R.I.C
   The black and tans and the Staters flee
   Away from Barry's Column

   By, George might have some wiley tricks
   And have the volunteers to fix
   Yet all his black and tans go sick
   When they think of Barry's Column

   His ships all come in red and black,
   No tanks or war equipment lack
   Yet o'er the sea, they'll ne'er get back
   If caught by Barry's Column

   [Chorus repeat]

   Along the lonely road they wind
   Armed in front, and armed behind
   "We're sorry, but that bridge is mine"
   Said the lads of Barry's Column

   They stopped to rest just for a spell
   Some hand-grenades upon them fell
   "Here sort them out among yourselves"
   Said the lads from Barry's Column

   [Chorus repeat]


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Bye Bye Rangers

Yo ho ho, off we go
What do you know, it's nine in a row
Bye bye Rangers
Celtic's on the ball again, on the way to make it ten
Bye bye Rangers

You can talk about your great defenders
Sing and shout about your No Surrender
But let us give you this wee tip
We'll be there for the league and the cup
Rangers bye bye

Yo ho ho, off we go
What do you know, it's nine in a row
Bye bye Rangers
Celtic's on the ball again, on the way to make it ten
Bye bye Rangers

You can talk about your great defenders
Sing and shout about your No Surrender
But let us give you this wee tip
We'll be there for the league and the cup
Rangers bye bye

But let us give you this wee tip
We'll be there for the league and the cup
Rangers bye bye


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Burke's Dream

Sadly but slowly one night in November
I laid down my weary head for to repose
On my pillow of straw which I long shall remember
I been weary for sleep, I fell into a doze.

I been tired from working hard down in the foreign prison yard
Night brought relief to my sad heart's should free
I've been locked in my prison cell, surely an earthly hell
I then fell asleep and commenced for to dream

I dreamed I was sitting on a green hill of Erin
With no hesitating and victory won,
Surrounded by comrades, no enemies fearing,
But then was the cry, "Every man to his gun"

It's on came the section then; dread not, ye Fenian men;
Soon they fell back from their pike's volunteers
I dreamed that I saw our brave noble commander
Was mounted on steed and his guard did surrear

He was brave-trimmed with gold and his bright shining chevrons want
'Twas all dint with sunbeams of freedom that day
Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through
Men on both sides lay dying and dead

The green flag went waving high that day beneath the battle sky
Everyone there did sing out gloriously
Every man, boy was on oath bound to die that day or stand their ground
And all from our vengeance the proud Briton fled.

Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through
Men on both sides lay dying and lay dead
Jump out of your prison bearth, for Irishmen have done their work
God he is with us and old Erin is free.

I dreamed I was sleeping the night beams around me
Whilst pitching their lights upon that bloody plain
When friends that I once knew in soft sleep reposing
Lay dead and in their gore. Shall I e'er see them again?

With joy then I hastened back over the mountain track
My mother she fainted and gave a loud scream
Surely when I awoke just as the daylight broke
And found I was in exile and all but a dream

 

         


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Broad Black Brimmer 

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
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 chest

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British Army, The

When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see
Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: "Come and join the British army"

Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"

Sarah Comden baked a cake, 'twas all for poor oul Slattery's sake
She threw herself into the lake, pretending she was barmy

Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"

Corporal Daly went away, his wife got in the family way
And the only thing that she could say, was: "Blame the British army"

Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"

Corporal Kelly's a terrible drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout
And he'll beat the enemy with his mouth and save the British army

Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"

Kilted soldiers wear no drawers, won't you kindly lend them yours
The rich must always help the poor to save the British army

Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"

When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see
Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: "Come and join the British army"

Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo
And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"


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BLOOD-STAINED BANDAGE

A cold May morning was breaking over Dublin's dreary town
Sixteen brave men have fallen to the rifles of the crown
Because they loved their country and served it night and day
Before they faced those rifles this is what those boys did say

Take away the blood-stained bandage from off an Irish brow
We fought and bled for Ireland and will not shirk it now
We have held in her struggle, in answer to her call
And because we sought to free her we are placed against a wall

Ned Daly, Heuston, Colbert, Mac Donagh and Mac Bride
Mac Dermott and the brothers Ceannt, with Clarke and Plunkett died
Mick Mallin, Pat and Willy Pearse, O'Hanrahan and Kent
And last of all James Connolly this message to them sent

Chorus


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Brave Tom Williams

Time goes by and years roll onward,
Still a memory I shall keep
Of a night in Belfast prison;
Unashamedly, I saw men weep.

For the time was fast approaching,
A lad lay sentenced for to die,
And on the second of September
He goes to meet his God on high.

Now the cruel blow has fallen,
For Ireland he has given all,
He, who in the flower of manhood
Proudly answered to her call.

Brave Tom Williams we salute you,
And never shall forget.
Those who planned your brutal murder,
We vow we'll make them all regret.

Here's a word you Irish soldiers;
If on this path you chance to stray,
Keep in memory of that morn
When Ireland's cross was proudly borne
By a lad who lies within a prison


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THE BOYS OF WEXFORD

In comes the captain's daughter, the captain of the Yeos,
Saying; ""Brave United Irish men, We'll ne'er again be foes.
A thousand pounds I'll bring, If you will fly from home with me,
And dress myself in man's attire, and fight for liberty.""

cho: We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand,
To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land.

"I want no gold, my maiden fair, to fly from home with thee;
Your shining eyes will be my prize - more dear than gold to me.
I want no gold to nerve my arm, to do a true man's part,
To free my native land I'd gladly give the red drops of my heart."

And when we left our cabins, boys, we left with right good will,
To see our friends and neighbours that were at Vinegar Hill!
A young man from our Irish ranks, a cannon he let go;
He slapt it into Lord Mountjoy - a tyrant he laid low!

We bravely fought and conquered at Ross and Wexford town;
Three Bullet Gate for years to come will speak for our renown;
Through Walpole's horse and Walpole's foot on Tubberneering's day,
Depending on the long, bright pike, we cut our gory way.

And Oulart's name shall be their shame, who still we ne'er did fear,
For every man could do his part like Forth and Shelmalier!
And if for want of leaders, we lost at Vinegar Hill,
We're ready for another fight, and love our country still!

 


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BOYS OF THE OLD BRIGADE

Where are the lads that stood with me
when histoy was made
oh gran mo cree I long to see
The boys of the old brigade

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 boy like you
I joined the old brigade

chor

In the hills and farms the call to arms
was heard by one and all
and from the glens came brave young men
to answer Irelands 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

break chorus

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
from the ranks of the old brigade


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Boys Of Mullachbawn, The

On a Monday morning early
As my wand'ring steps did lead me,
Down by a farmer's station,
Of meadow and green lawn,
I heard great lamentation
That the wee birds they were makin'
Sayin' "We'll have no more engagements
With the boys of Mullaghbawn."

Squire Jackson was un equalled
For honour or for reason,
He never turned a traitor
Or betrayed the rights of man,
But now we are endangered
By a vile deceiving stranger
Who has ordered deportation
For the Boys of Mullachbawn.

As those heroes crossed the ocean
I'm told the ship in motion
Did stand in wild commotion
As if the seas ran dry,
The trout and salmon gaping
As the cuckoo left her station
Sayin', "Farewell to lovely Erin
And the hills of Mullaghbawn.

To end my lamentation
We are all in consternation
For the want of education
I here must end my song;
None cares for recreation
Since without consideration
We are sent for transportation
From the hills of Mullachbawn.


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The Boys Of Killybegs

      There are wild and rocky hills, on the coast of Donegal.
      And their fishermen are hardy brave and free.
      And the big atlantic swell, is a thing they know right well,
      As they fight to take a living from the sea.

CHORUS:-
      With the pleasant rolling sea, and the herring running free,
      And the fleet all riding gently through the foam.
      When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town,
      When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

      Now you don your rubber boots, and you've got your oilskins on,
      And you check the gear to see that it's O.K.
      And your jumper keeps you warm, because its cold before the dawn,
      And your ready to begin another day.

CHORUS

      Well your headed out to sea, and the wind is blowing free,
      And you cast your nets as rain bgins to fall.
      But the sun comes riding through, and the clouds will soon roll by,
      And tonight we'll maybe take a bumper haul.

CHORUS

      Sure there's purple on the hill, but the stream's down by the shore,
      And the sun has cast its gold upon the sea.
      And there's silver down below, where the herring fishes go,
      When we catch them, there'll be gold for you and me.

CHORUS:-
      With the pleasant rolling sea, and the herring running free,
      And the fleet all riding gently through the foam.
      When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town,
      When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

      When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town,
      When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

 


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Boys From Co. Armagh

There's one fair county in Ireland
With memory so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished her bounty
On the orchard of Erins great land
I love its cathedral city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And there in the heart of it's bosom
Are the ashes of Brian Boru

It's my own Irish home far across the foam
And tho' I've often left it in foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near and far
My heart's at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh

I've travelled the heart of this county
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around the gap of Mount Norris
And home by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer in Erin Go Bragh
Ah, where are the boys that can court them
Like the boys from the county Armagh

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Born In Ireland

I was born here in Ireland
But a foreign land called me away
Now I've come back to see my hometown
And my friends of yesterday
Gone are the old folks friendly faces
And the friends I used to know
So many things have changed in Ireland
Since I left it long ago

Trees are planted on the farmland
That we used to till and sow
Strangers sit around the fireside
Strangers names are on the door
Other people sing the new songs
Songs of which I do not know
I remember Mama sang the old songs
Back in Ireland long ago

Lead-break

When I die please take me back to Ireland
Where I'm free from worry and from care
And lay me down by Mom and Daddy
And let me sleep forever there
And when it's springtime in the mountains
And the purple heather glows
I'll be happy here in Ireland
As in the days of long ago

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Bold Fenian Men (DOWN BY THE GLENSIDE)

'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland and to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men


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Bobby Sands

My name is Bobby Sands, MP
Born in the city of Belfast
Divided by religion
I grew up fast

I was stabbed and I was spat upon
My family run out of its home
There was only one solution
Turn the whole system upside down

But the system had other ideas
I got lifted for carryin' a gun
In a trial without a jury
I got fourteen years from the judge

Screws beat me regularly
But they couldn't break me because
I had the love of my comrades
And a burnin' faith in my Cause

Still I left a girl outside pregnant
Married her while on remand
Now I got a son and a pain in my heart
When he doesn't recognize his old man

Your soul's on ice oh oh oh oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh oh oh oh
When your heart is on fire

We wouldn't wear their convict clothes
So they stripped us to the bone
Threw in some threadbare blankets.....

And when they jeered us about our nakedness
As we slopped out down the halls
We wouldn't come out of their prison cells
We smeared shit on their prison walls

Stuck in an eight foot concrete box
With a bible, a mattress
And the threat of violence every day....

Can I make it through these fourteen years
Will my son remember my face
I don't blame her for the separation
But for Christ's sake let him keep his name

Your soul's on ice oh oh oh oh
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out oh oh oh oh
When your heart is on fire

Five simple things we ask of them
Five simple things denied
But Thatcher will not compromise....

I ask my Mother's permission
To finally break her heart
We have come to a decision
......Hunger Strike

Three comrades starve behind me
I pray to God that my
Death will lead to compromise....

I can no longer see your face
My bones break through my skin
I'm goin' back to Belfast City
You can't cage my spirit in

Your soul's on ice
But they can't stop the desire
To break on out
When your heart is on fire

 


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Ballad of Bobby Sands

Come gather round me one and all
My song to you I'll sing,
In memory of a brave young Irishman,
Who would not concede defeat,
From his stand would not retreat.
I sing of the gallant Bobby Sands,
Bobby Sands.
Yes I sing of the late great Bobby Sands.

He organised the hunger strike
To win and change, reform,
To stop the evil tyrants in their craze,
To regain the five demands
He took his young life in his hands
For the betterment of comrades in Armagh
And in the Maze
Armagh and the H-Blocks of the Maze.

They tried to break your spirit
But no way could they succeed,
The phoenix in your heart they tried to quell
With their beatings, degradation,
All in vain totheirfrustration,
For the more they tried, the more you would rebel
You would rebel,
With dignity your principle did swell.

But freedom was to come to you
On a rain soaked Tuesday morn
From the heavens tears of patriots were shed
With the joy that you are free
To walk with Tone and Connolly,
Forever live the name of Bobby Sands
We shall endear
Your name, to foe shall always threaten tear.

So to all you people
My song to you I've sung
In memory of a brave young Belfast man
Who would not concede defeat,
From his stand would not retreat.
I sing of the gallant Bobby Sands,
Bobby Sands.
Yes I sing of the late great Bobby Sands.


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Back home in Derry

In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried
In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our weans
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow

CHORUS
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O'Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet their reciever

CHORUS

I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horse rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning
In our own slime we were lost in a time
Of endless night without dawning

CHORUS

Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man
To live out his whole life in slavery
Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain care for bravery
Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond
My comrades ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came - I'm still the same
On the cold winters night you will find me

CHORUS


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Birmingham Six

There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong time

In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for several long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
And the coppers need someone
And they walk through that door

You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell

May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head


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Billy Reid

Chorus:
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

1.
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

2.
It happened one day when the bold I.R.A
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

3.
While returning the guns Billy met British sons
And when the fight had begun
His position was dire when his gun wouldn't fire
So he died with that old Thompson gun

4.
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

5.
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 allthough he lay dead
In our hearts his memory will last

 


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Big Fellah, The

Mo chara is mo lao thu!
My friend and my calf
Is aisling trí néallaibh
A vision in dream
Do deineadh aréir dom
Was revealed to me last night
IgCorcaigh go déanach
In Cork, a late hour,
Ar leaba im aonar
In my solitary bed

I remember you back in the GPO with Connolly and Clarke
Laughin' with McDermott through the bullets and the sparks
Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin' and blue
But when we needed confidence we always turned to you
And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall
You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn
Hey, big fellah..........where the hell are you now
When we need you the most
Hey, big fellah..........c'mon

Tabhair dom do lámh
Give me your hand

Back on the streets of Dublin when we fought the black and tans
You were there beside us, a towerin' mighty man
And God help the informer or the hated English spy
By Jaysus, Mick, you'd crucify them without the blinkin' of an eye
Still you had a heart as soft as the early mornin' dew
Every widow, whore and orphan could always turn to you
We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets
And the world hailed Michael Collins, our commander and our chief
And they sent you off to London to negotiate a deal
And to gain us a republic, united, boys, and real
But the women and the drink, Mick, they must have got to you
'Cause you came back with a country divided up in two

We had to turn against you, Mick, there was nothin' we could do
'Cause we couldn't betray the republic like Arthur Griffith and you
We fought against each other, two brothers steeped in blood
But I never doubted that your heart was broken in the flood
And though we had to shoot you down in golden Béal na Blath
I always knew that Ireland lost her greatest son of all

 


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Beer Beer Beer

A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

 


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Beautiful Co. Of Meath

I've travelled many counties in Ireland
But there's still one I'm longing to see
That's been part of my homeland
And it brings back fond memories to me.
Where I wandered alone in my childhood
Reviewing the sights I once see
As I walk round the parks and the forests,
Round the beautiful county of Meath

Oh, beautiful Meath you've got all that I need
Your rivers they flow with delight;
Your fields are so green, there's plains to be seen
And your towns are so gay and so bright
Fishing down on the buoy, I remember the time
You would think it was all just a dream
And wherever you roam, there's no place like home
And the beautiful county of Meath

Turn around

I've seen it's beautiful castles.
And it's history I've learned so well,
I've read of the high kings of Tara
And the wonderful book of Kells
And the lane still remembers St. Patrick,
We lit a fire for the people to see
Where they brought love and kindness to Ireland
And the beautiful county of Meath

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Banna Strand

'Twas on Good Friday morning,
All in the month of May,
A German Ship was signalling,
Beyond 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
On the lonely Banna Strand.

 


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THE BANKS OF MY OWN LOVELY LEE

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away,
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay.
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree,
Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

And then in the springtime oflaughterr and song
Can I ever forget the sweet hours?
With the friends of my youth as we rambled along
'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers.
Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song
Its gems shed their light to the world
And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong,
The standard St. Patrick unfurled.
Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best
And my fond bosom's partner with me
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,

Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline
To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore.
While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine
Brings longing for freedom once more.
Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave
Is that my last crimson drop be for thee,
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.


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THE BALLAD OF MAIREAD FARREL

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
When Ireland lives i do not die

A womans place is no at home
The fight for fredom it still goes on
I took up my gun until freedoms day
I pledged to fight for the I.R.A.

In Armagh jail I served my time
Strip searches were a British crime
Degraded me but they could not see
I suffered this to see Ireland free

BREAK

Gibralta Rock's the place I died
McCann and Savage were by my side
I heard the order loud and shrill
Of Thatchers voice, said SHOOT TO KILL

So do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
When reland lives I do not die
When Ireland lives I do not die


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Bachelor's Walk

You true-born sons of Erin´s Isle, come listen to my song,
My tale is one of sorrow but I won´t detail you long,
Concerning the murderous outrage that took place in Dublin Town
When a cowardly regiment was let loose to shoot our people down.

On the 26th of July, the truth I´ll tell to you,
The Irish Volunteers all swore their enemies to subdue,
They marched straight out to Howth and soon the people were alarmed
When they heard the glorious new Pur Irish Volunteers are armed.

The crowds they all kept cheering on as our brave defenders passed
But their cheers were stopped by an outrage which for some time did last.
Our gallant men, the Volunteers, were met in front and rear,
By the King´s Own Scottish cowards who are doomed for everywhere.

God save our gallant Captain Judge, the hero of the band
Who nearly gave his precious life for the just cause of our land
In spite of terrible injuries and weak from loss of blood,
He fondly hugged his rifle grand the prize of his brotherhood

Next in the list of heroes is the scout so well renowned,
With the butt end of his rifle felled a Borderer to the ground,
He disarmed him of his weapons and soon made his escape,
By climbing a wall in Fairview, for his young life was at stake.

The Dublin Police were ordered the Volunteers for to subdue,
But O´neill and Gleeson boldly replied: "Such a thing we decline to do.
For the fight against our countrymen would on us put a stain,
For we wish to see our native land a Nation Once Again."

On Bachelor´s Walk a scene took place, which I´m sure had just been planned.
For the cowardly Scottish Borderers turned and fired without command.
With bayonets fixed they charged the crowd and left them in their gore,
But their deeds will be remembered in Irish hearts for evermore.

God rest the souls of those who sleep apart from earthly sin,
Including Mrs. Duffy, James Brennan and Patrick Quinn;
But we will yet avenge them and the time will surely come,
That we´ll make the Scottish Borderers pay for the cowardly deeds they've done

 


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BELFAST BRIGADE

Craig Adams sent the Specials out to shoot the people down
He thought the IRA were dead in dear old Belfast town
But he got a rude awakening with the rifle and grenade
When he met the 1st Battalion of the Belfast Brigade

Chorus:
Glory, glory to old Ireland, glory, glory to this island
Glory to the memories of the men who fought and dies
"No surrender" is the war cry of the Belfast Brigade

The soldiers came from Holywood equipped with English guns
They had men by the thousands, ammunition by the ton
But when they got to Belfast they were seriously waylaid
By the Fighting 1st Battalion of the Belfast Brigade

Chorus

We have no ammunition or no armoured tanks to show
But we're ready to defend ourselves no matter where we go
We're out for our Republic and to hell with your free state
"No surrender" is the war cry of the Belfast Brigade

Chorus

Come all ye gallant Irishmen and join the IRA
To strike a blow for freedom when there comes our certain day
You know our countries history and the sacrifice it made
Come join the 1st Battalion of the Belfast Brigade

Chorus

 


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BONNIE KELLSWATER

Here's a health to you, bonnie Kellswater
For it's there you'll find the pleasures of life
And it's there you'll find fishing and farming
And a bonnie wee girl for your wife

On the hills and the glens and the valleys
Grows the softest of women so fine
And the flowers are all dripping with honey
There lives Martha, a true love of mine

Bonnie Martha, you're the first girl I courted
You're the one put my heart in a snare
And if ever I should lose you to another
I will leave my Kellswater so fair

For this one and that one may court her
But no other can take her from me
For I love her as I love my Kellswater
Like the primrose is loved by the bee

Here's a health to you, bonnie Kellswater
For it's there you'll find the pleasures of life
And it's there you'll find fishing and farming
And a bonnie wee girl for your wife


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BOOLAVOGUE (Another version)

Come all you warriors and renowned nobles
Give ear unto my warlike theme
And I will sing you how Father Murphy
Lately aroused from his sleepy dream
Neither Julius Cesar nor Alexander
Nor brave King Arthur could equal him
Armies formidable he did conquer
Though with two gun men he did begin

Camolin cavalry he did unhorse them
Their first lieutenant he cut them down
With shattered ranks and with broken columns
They soon returned to Camolin town
On the hill of Oulart he displayed his valour
Where a hundred Corkmen lay on the plain
At Enniscorthy his sword he wielded
And I hope to see him once more again

When Enniscorthy became subject to him
Twas then to Wexford we marched our men
And on the Three Rock took up our quarters
Waiting for daylight the town to win
The loyal townsmen gave their assistance
We'll die or conquer they all did say
The yeomen cavalry made no resistance
For on the pavement their corpses lay

With drums a-beating the town did echo
And acclamations came from door to door
On the Windmill Hill we pitched our tents
And we drank like heroes but paid no score
On Carraig Rua for some time we waited
And next to Gorey we did repair
At Tubberneering we thought no harm
The bloody army was waiting there

The issue of it was a close engagement
While on the soldiers we played warlike pranks
Thro' sheepwalks, hedgerows and shdy thickets
There were mangled bodies and broken ranks
The shuddering cavalry I can't forget them
We raised the brushes on their helmets straight
They turned about and they bid for Dublin
As if they ran for a ten-pound plate

Some crossed Donnybrook and more through Blackrock
And some up Shankill without wound or flaw
And if Barry Lawless be not a liar
There's more went groaning up Luggelaw
To the Windmill Hill of Enniscorthy
The British Fencibles they fled like deers
But our ranks were tattered and sorely scattered
By the loss of Kyan and the Shelmaleers

The streets of England were left quite naked
Of all its army both foot and horse
The highlands of Scotland were left unguarded
Likewise the Hessians the seas they crossed
But if the Frenchmen had reinforced us
And landed transports in Bagenbun
Father John Murphy would be their seconder
And sixteen thousand with him would come

Success attend the sweet County Wexford
Throw off its yoke and to battle run
Let them not think we gave up our arms
For every man has a pike and gun


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BOTANY BAY

Oh I'm on my way down to the quay
Where a big ship now does lie
For to take a gang of navvies
I was told to engage
But I thought I would call in for a while
Before I went away
For to take a trip in an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay

Chorus:

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She is lying at the quay
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay

The best years of our life we spend
At working on the docks
Building mighty wharves and quays
Of earth and ballast rocks
Our pensions keep our lives secure
But I'll not rue the day
When I take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay

For the boss came up this morning
And he said "Well Pat hello
If you do not mix that mortar fast
Be sure you'll have to go"
Of course he did insult me
I demanded of my pay
And I told him straight I was going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia
I'll go and look for gold
Sure there's plenty there for the digging
Or so I have been told
Or I might go back into my trade
Eight hundred bricks I'll lay
In an eight hour day for eight bob pay
On the shores of Botany Bay


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THE BOYS FROM THE COUNTY CORK

You've in history's pages
the heroes of great fame
The deeds they done, the battles won
and how they made their name
But the boys that mad the history
for the orange, white and green
were the boys who died in Dublin Town
in nineteen sixteen

So meet the boys from Kerry
and meet the boys form Clare
from Dublin, Wicklow, Donegal
and the boys of old Kildare
Some came from a land beyond the sea
from Boston and New York
But the boys who beat the Black and Tans
were the boys from the County Cork

Now Cork gave us Mick Sweeney
a martyr for to die
And Wicklow gave us Dwyer
in days so long gone by
And Dublin gave us Padraig Pearse
McBride and Cathal Brugha
And America gave us de Valera
to lead old Ireland through

So meet the boys from Kerry
and meet the boys form Clare
from Dublin, Wicklow, Donegal
and the boys of old Kildare
Some came from a land beyond the sea
from Boston and New York
But the boys who beat the Black and Tans
were the boys from the County Cork


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THE BOYS FROM THE COUNTY MAYO

Far away from the land of the Shamrock and heather
In search of a living, as exiles we roam
But whenever we chance to assemble together
We think of the land where we once had a home:
But these homes are destroyed and our soil confiscated
The hand of the tyrant brought plunder and woe;
The fires are now quenched and our hearts desolated
In our once happy homes in the County Mayo

Long years have now passed since with hearts full of sorrow
The of the Shamrock we left far behind;
But how we would like to go back there to-morrow;
To the scenes of our youth, which we still bear in mind;
The days of our childhood, it's now we recall them
They cling to our vision wherever we go;
And the friends of our youth we will never forget them
They too ar exiled from the County Mayo

From historic Killala, from Swinford to Calla
Ballyhaunis and Westport and old Castlebar
Kiltimagh and Claremorris, Belmullet and Erris
Kilkelly and Knock that's famed near and far;
Balla, Ballinrobe, Ballina and Bohola
Keeloges and Foxford a few miles below
Newport and Cong with old Straide and Manulla
Charlestown too, in the County Mayo

Then on with the cause 'till our aim is accomplished
Those who would fault us are cowardly and mean
So stand in the fight 'till the tyrant is vanquished
Expelled from our Dear little Island of Green
With the foes of our land we have fought a long battle
Soon they will get their last death-dealing blow
When old Nick has received them, their brains he will rattle
For the wrongs they have done to the County Mayo

From Galway to Dublin, from Derry to Kerry
New York and 'Frisco and Boston also
In Pittsburg, Chicago, Detroit and Toronto
There are stout-hearted men from the County Mayo
Now boys, pull together in all sorts of weather
Don't show the white feather, wherever you go
Act each as a brother and help one another
Like true hearted men from the County Mayo


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BOYS OF FAIRHILL

Chorus:
The smell on Patrick's Bridge is wicked
How does Faher Matthew 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


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THE BOYS OF KILKENNY

Oh the Boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades
And if ever they meet with the nice little maids
They'll kiss them and coax them and spend their money free
And of all towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me
And of all towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me
Fal de ral de ral de ral de ral lal ra la la lo

In the Town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream
In the Town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty dame
Her lips are like roses,  and her mouth much the same
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother'd in cream
Fal de ral de ral de ral de ral lal ra la la lo

Her Eyes are as black as Kilkennys large coal
Which thro' my poor bosom have burnt a big hole
Her mind like its river is mild clear and pure
But her heart is more hard nor its marble I'm sure
Fal de ral de ral de ral de ral lal ra la la lo

Kilkenny's a pretty town and shines where it stands
And the more I think on it, the more my heart warms
For, if I was in Kilkenny I'd think myself at home
For it's there I'd get sweethearts, but here I get none
Fal de ral de ral de ral de ral lal ra la la lo


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The Boy form Tamlaghtduff

As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn
'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone'
How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose
Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes

For many years his exploits were a thorn in Englands side
The hills and glens became his home there he used to hide
Once when they surrounded him he quietly slipped away
Like a fox he went to ground and kept the dogs at bay

Moving round the countryside he often made the news
But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes
Finally they wounded him and captured him at last
From the countryside he loved they took him to Belfast

Oh from Musgrave Park to the Crumlin Road and then to an H-Block cell
He went straight on the blanket then on hungerstrike as well
His will to win they could never break no matter what they tried
He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died

As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn
'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone'
How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose
Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes


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BREAD AND FISHES

Chorus
As I went a walkin' one mornin' in spring
I met with some travelers in an old country lane
One was an old man, the second a maid
And the third was a young boy who smiled as he said

Chorus:

We've the wind in the willows, and the birds in the sky
We've a bright sun to warm us, where ever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind

I sat down beside them, the flowers all around
And we ate on a mantle spread out on the ground
They told me of prophets and princes and kings
And they spoke of the one god who knows everything

I asked them to tell me their name and their race
So I might remember their kindness and grace
"My name is Joseph, this is Mary my wife
And this is our young son, our pride and delight"

We travel the whole world, by land and by sea
To tell all the people how they might be free

Sadly, I left them, in an old country lane
For I knew that I never would see them again
One was an old man, the second a maid
And the third was a young boy who smiled as he said:


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BRENNAN ON THE MOOR

'Tis of a brave young highwayman
This story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan
And in Ireland he did dwell
It was on the Kilwood Mountain
He commenced his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman
Before him shook with fear

Chorus:
It was Brennan on the moor
Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted
Was young Brennan on the moor

One day upon the highway
As young Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashiell
A mile outside of town
The mayor he knew his features
And he said, Young man, said he
Your name is Willie Brennan
You must come along with me

Chorus

Now Brennan's wife had gone to town
Provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie
She commenced to weep and cry
Said, Hand to me that tenpenny
As soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss
From underneath her cloak

Chorus

Now with this loaded blunderbuss
The truth I will unfold
He made the mayor to tremble
And he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered
For his apprehension there
So he, with horse and saddle
To the mountains did repair

Chorus

Now Brennan being an outlaw
Upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry
To take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn
Until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman
He was cruelly betrayed

Chorus


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BRIDGIT O'MALLEY

Oh Bridgit O'Malley, you left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go

The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm sea
And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me

My Sunday it is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now
For another has taken my love for his own

The day it is approaching when we were to be married
And it's rather I would die than live only to grieve
Oh meet me, my Darling, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve

Oh Bridgit O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation, I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go


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BRING THEM HOME

In the jail that held McSwiney, in that prison where he died
There lie two daughters of old Ireland and they fill my heart with pride
For I know England wishes that we'd let them die alone
But the voice of Dear old Ireland cries for us to bring them home

Chorus:
Here it ring in the air, it's the voice of my country so fair
Can't you feel? Can't you see? Irishmen will set them free

'Twas for loving dear old Ireland brought them to their prison hell
But the ghost of Pearse and Connolly fill there lonely prison cell
Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them McDonagh, McDermott and Wolfe Tone
But the voice of Dear old Ireland cries for us to bring them home

So I pray young men of Ireland Don't betray our daughters true
Proudly stand behind our heroes blessed they died for you and me
Though the tyrant would deny us we can break their hearts of stone
And all the voices will be singing when we bring our daughters home


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BUACHAILL ÓN ÉIRNE

Buachaill ón Éirne mé's bhréagfainn cailín deas óg
Ní fhiarfainn bó spré léi, táimse féin saibhir go leor
'S liom Corcaigh dá mhéad é, is dhá thaobh a' ghleanna, 's Tír Eoghain
'S mura n-aithraigh mé béasa's mé an t-aidhir ar chontae Mhuigheo

Rachfaidh mé amárach ag déanamh leanna fán choill
Gan coite, gan bád, gan gráinín breac ar bith liom
Ach duilliúr na gcraobh mar éadaigh leaba ós mo chionn
's óró sheacht m'anam déag thú, 's tú ag féachaint orm anall

Buachailleacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
Ach ag imirt 's ag ól le h-ógmhná deasa ón sliabh
Má chaill mé mo stór, ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atáim ag caitheamh le bliain

A chúisle 's a stór, ná pós an seanduine liath
Ach pós an fear óg, mo leo, mura maire sé ach bliain
Nó beidh tú go fóill gan uadh nó mac ós do chionn
A shílfeadh aon deor ort tráthnóna nó ar maidin go trom


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