Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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MacNamara's band
Macushla
Mad Lady And Me , The
Maggie Lauder
Maggie Mae
Maggie May
Maid who sold her barley, The
Maid Went To The Mill
Mairie's Wedding
Man from the Daily Mail, The
Many young men of twenty
Mary Ann
Mary Mack (Up Among The Heather)
McAlpines Fusiliers
Meet me at the pillar
Meeting of the waters, The
Memory of the dead, The
Men behind the wire, The
Men of the West, The
Merchant and the beggar wench, The
Merry Ploughboy, The
Michael Collins
Minstrel boy, The
Mo ghile mear
Molly Malone (Dublin's fair city)
Monahan's Mother's Milk
Monto
Mountain tay, The
Mountains of Mourne
Mr. Moses Ri-Tooral-I-Ay
Mrs. McGrath
Mrs. McGrath (Parody)
Muirsheen Durkin
Music Of Healing, The
My Aunt Jane
My Harry Was A Gallant Gay
My Johnny Lad
My Little Armalite
My Love She's But A Lassie Yet
My Donegal shore
My old man's a provo
My Singing Bird
My wild Irish rose

Total lyrics: 43

My Singing Bird

I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.

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Mairie's Wedding

Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi's wedding.

Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings through the town
All for sake of Mairi.
Chorus

Red her cheeks as rowans are
Bright her eyes as any star,
Fairest o' them all by far
Is our darlin' Mairi.
Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast for Mairi.
Chorus

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THE MAD LADY AND ME

Among the walls and ruins of the horrid civic stone
I walked without a lover for my older bones

The sun was strong in going down It was a dreamlike day
It was there we met the trinity and there I heard them saying

And she said, "bye bye Mama Goodbye brother John"
"Fare thee well ye Shandon bells ring on, ring on"

She leaned and leaned much closer and she hugs them all goodbye
Her mother cried "don't go my love" we all must bye and bye

A drunken tongue said "leave her off" she'll drive us all crazy
She turned around and saw my face and both of us was she

And she said, "bye bye Mama Goodbye brother John"
"Fare thee well ye Shandon bells ring on, ring on"

Up and to the limestone wall and down the level steps
She threw herself into the stream with a splash and no regrets

Side stroke swimming midstream throwing kisses to the crowd
And everything was silent and the sky had not one cloud

And she said, "bye bye Mama Goodbye brother John"
"Fare thee well ye Shandon bells ring on, ring on"

We were swimming out in the sunset, we were swimming out to sea,
Swimming down by the Opera House The Mad Lady and me.

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MAGGIE MAE

Chorus:
Oh, Maggie, Maggie Mae, they have taken you away
And you'll never walk down Lang Street anymore
You robbed so many sailors, and the captains of the whalers
You're a dirty, rotten, no good, Maggie Mae

Gather round ye sailor boys and listen to my plea
When you hear tale I know you'll pity me
For I was a bloody fool, in the port of Liverpool
The first time that I came home from the sea

Chorus

I never will forget, the night when first we met
I was walking down along old Kenning Place
When a figure so divine, like a frigate on the line
The kind of girl a sailor likes to chase

Chorus

Well, I woke up in my bed, with a thundering in my head
All my clothes and my money stole away
And as I walked along the street, all the ladies I did meet
Said, "You'll find them down in pawn shop number nine."

Chorus
Chorus

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MAGGIE LAUDER

Wha' wad'na be in love wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder
A piper met her goin' tae Fife and askit what they ca'd her
Right scornfully she answered him B'gone ye heilan' shacker
Jog on yer gait ye bleth'rin' skate my name is Maggie Lauder

Chorus:
Up the stairs, doon the stairs, I play my chanter rarely
The mair ye hug and kiss the girls the mair they'll want to marry

Oh Meg, says he, and by my bags, I'm fidgin' fain tae see ye
Sit doon by me my bonnie bird, in troth I wadnae steer ye
For I'm a piper tae my trade my name is Rob the Ranter
The lasses loup as they were daft, when I blaw on my chanter

Chorus
Ah weel, says Meg, ha'e you yer bags, and is yer drone in order
If ye be Rob, I've heard o' you, do you live on the Border?
The lasses a' baith far and near have heard o' Rob the Ranter
I'll shake my fir wi' richt guid will, gin you'll blaw up yer chanter

Chorus

Then tae his bags he flew wi' speed, aboot the drone he twisted
Meg up and walloped o'er the green, for brawly could she frisk it
Weel done, says he, Play up, says she. Well bobb'd says Rob the Ranter
It's worth my while tae play indeed, when I hae sic' a dancer

Chorus

Weel hae ye played yer part, says Meg. Your cheeks are like the crimson'
There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel, since we lost Habbie Simpson
I've lived in Fife baith maid and wife these ten years and a quarter
The next time your at Anster Fair, just ask for Maggie Lauder

Chorus

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MAGGIE MAY

Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale,
I'm sure you will have cause to pity me,
I was a damned young fool in the port of Liverpool,
When I called there on my first port home from sea.

Chorus:
Oh Maggie, Maggie May
They have taken her away
To slave upon Van Dieman's cruel shore.
Oh, you robbed so many whalers, and dosed so many sailors
But you'll never cruise 'round Peter Street no more.

I was staying at the Home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone,
And two-pound-ten a month was all my pay,
As I jingled with my tin, I was easy taken in,
By a little girl up there called Maggie May.

Oh, I'll never forget the day when I first met Maggie May,
She was standing on a corner at Canning Place,
In a full-sized crin-o-line, like a frigate of the line,
And as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase.

She gave me a saucy nod, and I, like a farmer's clod,
Let her take me line abreast in tow,
And under all plain sail, we ran before the gale
And to the Crow's Nest Tavern we did go

Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke,
No shoes or shirt or trousers could I find,
When I asked her where they were, she answers "My dear sir,
They're down in Lewis' pawnshop number nine."

So to Lewis' I did go, but no clothing could I find,
And the policeman took that wicked girl away,
And the judge he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward-bounder,
And now she's doing time in Botany Bay.

She was chained and sent away from Liverpool one day,
The lads all cheered as she sailed down the bay,
And every sailor lad, he only was too glad
They'd sent out that old whore to Botany Bay.

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MR. MOSES RI-TOORAL-I-AY

The Policeman walked out, oh, so proud on his beat,
When a vision came to him of stripes on his sleeve
Promotion he whispered, I'll try for today;
So come with me, Mister Ri-Tooral-i-ay.

Come tell me your name, says the limb of the law.
To the little fat man selling wares on the straw.
What's that sir, me name sir? Why 'tis there on display,
And it's Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.

Now the trial came on and lasted a week.
One Judge said 'twas German; another 'twas Greek.
Prove your Irish said the policeman and beyond it say nay;
And we'll sit on it, Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.

Now, the prisoner stepped up there as stiff as a crutch.
Are you Irish or English or German or Dutch?

I'm a Jew sir; I'm a Jew sir, that came over to stay,
And my name it is Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.

Were two of a kind said the judge to the Jew;
You're a cousin of Brisco and I am one too.
This numskull has blundered and for it will pay.
Wisha that's right, says Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ay.

There's a garbage collector who works down our street
He once was a policeman, the pride of his beat.
And he moans all the night and he groans all the day,
Singing, Moses Ri-Tooral-i-ooral-i-ay.

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MRS. McGRATH

"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said, "Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat, sure, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

Now Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore for the space of seven long years or more;
Till she say a big ship sail into the bay, "Here's my son, Ted, will ye clear the way!"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

"Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been? ; have you been in the Mediterranean?
Will ye tell me the news of my son, Ted? Is the poor boy livin', or is he dead?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs an in their place he had two wooden pegs,
Well, she kissed him a dozen times or two, saying "Glory to God?, sure it wouldn't be you!"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

"Oh were ye drunk, or were ye blind that ye left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it while walkin' on the sea a big fish ate your legs from the knees away?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

"Well, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind when I left my two fine legs behind.
But a cannon ball, on the fifth of May, tore my two fine legs from the knees away."
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

"Oh, Teddy, me boy," the old widow cried, "Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's pride,
Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all, why didn't ye run from the big cannon ball?"
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

"Well, all foreign wars I do proclaim between Don John and the King of Spain,
And bejasus I'll make them rue the time what they swept the legs from a child of mine."
With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.

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MRS. McGRATH

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Now, Mrs. McGrath, Dr. Tierney did brag,
Send your so up to college where he can study Ag
He'll a Volkswagen car and a tener a week flat
Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Now Mrs. McGrath came from County Clare
And for forty-seven or more years she lived there
She was a milkin' cows and a feedin' pigs
To keep ol' Ciaran in his Dublin digs
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Said a friend one day, "What a terrible shame."
As she swept out the kitchen a letter came
It bore bad news which was not expected
Ciaran had failed four times and he was now rejected
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

So Ciaran then wrote back to daddy, he said, "Dear Daddy."
"It wasn't the work and it wasn't the strain
And wasn't on your own darling son that lay the blame."
For when I came up Clare I was an innocent lad
But the fellas in the digs they drove me to the bad
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

I tried to stay and work at night,
The fellas in the digs took me out on the skite
And when you sent me me fees now what do you think
Sure I spent all the money on the women and the drink
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

So the moral of the story is plain and clear
Stay away from the women and stay off the beer
And if you got a son on the farmer
Keep the young pup there where he'll be out of harm
With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

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MUIRSHEEN DURKIN

In the days I went a courting I was never tired resorting
To an ale house or a playhouse and manys the house beside
I told my brother Seamus I'd go off and become famous
And I never would return again till I'd roam the world wide

Chorus:
Good bye Muirsheen I'm sick and tired of working
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
As sure and my name is Kearney I'll be off to Californay
Where instead of digging praties I'll be digging lumps of gold

I've courted girls in Blarney in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown that is the Cobh of Cork
Good bye to all this pleasure I'll be off to take my leisure
And the next time that you'll hear from me will be a letter from New York

Chorus

Good bye to all the girls at home I'm going far across the foam
To try to make my fortune in far Americay
There's gold and jewels in plenty for poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I never more will stray

Chorus

When I landed in Americay I met a man named Burke
He told me if I stay a while He'd surely find me work
But work he didn't find me so there's nothing here to bind me
I'm bound for San Francisco in Californiay

Chorus

I'm now in San Francisco an me fortune it is made
Me pockets loaded down with gold I'll throw away me spade
I'll go back to dear ould Erin spend me fortune never carin'
And I'll marry Queen Victory Muirsheen Durkin for to spite

Chorus
Chorus

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THE MUSIC OF HEALING

Don't beat drum that frightens the children
Don't sing the songs about winning or losing
Sit down beside the green fields are bleeding
Sing me the music of healing
Sing me a song of a lover returning
The darker the night, the nearer the morning
Bring me the news of a new day a dawning
Sing me the music of healing

Chorus:
Ah, ah, the hearts a wonder
Stronger than the guns of thunder
Even when we're torn asunder
Love will come again

Sometimes the truth's like a hare in the cornfield
You know that it's there, but you can't put your arms round it
All we can hope is to follow it's footprints
Sing me the music of healing
Who would have thought I could feel so contented
To learn I was wrong after all of my rambles
I've learned to be hard and I've learned how to tremble
Sing me the music of healing

Chorus

Somehow the cycle of vengeance keeps turning
Till each other's sorrow and songs we start learning
Peace is the prize for those who are daring
Sing me the music of healing
Time is your friend, it cures all your sorrows
But how can I wait till another tomorrow
One step today and a thousand will follow
Sing me the music of healing

Chorus

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MY AUNT JANE

My Aunt Jane she brought me in, she gave tea out of her wee tin
Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop
Half a bap, a wee snow top, three black lumps out of her wee shop

My Aunt has a bell on the door, a white stone step and a clean swept floor
Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges
Candy apples and hard green pears, conversation lozenges

My Aunt Jane she's awful smart, she baked three rings and a apple tart
And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found
And when Halloween comes round, for next that tart I'm always found

My Aunt Jane she can dance a jig, sing a ballad for a sweety pig
Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail
Wee red eyes and a cord for a tail, hanging in a bunch from a farthing nail

My Aunt has a great wee shop, with luck bags and lime juice rock
Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can
Cinnamon buds and yella man, and brandy balls in a bright tin can

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MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY

My Harry was a gallant gay fu' stately strode he on the plain
Now he's banish'd far away I'll never see him back again

Chorus:
Oh for him back again, oh for him back again
I wad gie a' knock-has-pie's land for highland Harry back again

When a' the lave pe to their bed, I wander dowie up the glen;
I set me down and greet my fill, and aye I wish him back again.

Chorus:
Oh for him back again, oh for him back again
I wad gie a' knock-has-pie's land for highland Harry back again

Oh, were some villains hangit high, and ilka body had their ain!
Then I might see the joyfu' sight, My Highland Harry back again.

Chorus:
Oh for him back again, oh for him back again
I wad gie a' knock-has-pie's land for highland Harry back again

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MY JOHNNY LAD

I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbie
Then I got a penny back to buy tobacco wi'

Chorus:
And wi' you and wi' you and wi' you my Johnny Lad
I'll dance the buckles off my shoes for you my Johnny Lad

As I was walking Sunday, ’twas there I saw the Queen
Playing a game of football wi' the lads of Glasgow Green

The Captain on the other side was scoring in great style
The Queen called the polis man and had him thrown in jail

Solomon and David they led very wicked lives
They went wenchin' every evenin", wi' other people's wives

But sometimes in the evening, when their conscience gave them qualms
Solomon wrote the proverbs and David wrote the psalms

Napoleon was an emperor; he ruled the land and sea
He was king of France and Germany, but didn't rule Jock McGee

Samson was a mighty man, he fought wi' a cuddies jaw
He fought a thousand battles, wearin' crimson flannel drawers

Johnny he's a bonny lad, he is a lad of mine
I've never had a better lad, and I've had twenty-nine

Now Britain's quite a country with strikes and droughts and such
On day we've got nay water and the next too bloody much

This country's in an awful mess its mortgage to the hilt
If they get their way at Westminster they'll pawn your bloody kilt

Now Johnny is a Nationalist, but Johnny he's no fool
Says, "All our problems will be solved when England gets home rule."

Nicky Kelly went tae Scotland "Doon In The Wee Room" for tae sit
Says, Ronnie Browne, "Gae back to Denver, you stupid, ugly git
Then Geoffrey Kent went o'er tae Scotland, tae play a round of Golf
He met wi' Gordon Menzie who told him "bugger off"

Now feeling sad and lonely, they could'nae take no more
So they spent their travel money on the whisky and the whores

The Queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey
The Duke was in the counting house fiddling' Scotland's money

Johnny was a bonny lad until they took him in
He had his operation and now they call him Mary

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My Little Armalite

And its up along the bogside that's were I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on my left and another one on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite!

I was stopped by a soldier said he "you are a swine"
He beat me with his baton and he kicked me in the groin
I bowed and I scraped, sure my manners were polite
Ah, but all the time I was thinking of my little Armalite!

And it's down along the Falls Road that's were I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on my left and another one on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite!

A brave RUC man came walking up our street
With 600 British soldiers gathered round his feet,
Come out ya cowardly Fenians come on out and fight
But he cried I'm only joking when he heard my Armalite!

And its up in Crossmaglen that's were I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on my left and another one on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite!

The army came to visit me 'twas in the early hours
With saracens and sirens and bloody armoured cars,
They thought they had me cornered but I gave them all a fright
With the armour, pierce and bullets from my little Armalite!

And it's up in old Belaghty that's were I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on my left and another one on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite

When Pryor came to Belfast he said the battle's won
The generals they have told us we have them on the run,
But corporals and privates while on patrol at night
Say "send home for re-enforcement's it's the bloody Armalite!"

And it's up in the New Lodge that's were I long to be
Lying in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on my left and another one on my right
And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite

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MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET

My love she's but a lassie yet
Oh My love she's but a lassie yet
We'll let her stand a year or twa
She'll no be half sae saucy yet

I rue the day I sought her O
I rue the day I sought her O
Wha gets her need na say he's woo'd
But he may say he's bought her O

My love she's but a lassie yet
Oh My love she's but a lassie yet
We'll let her stand a year or twa
She'll no be half sae saucy yet

We're all dry for the drinkin o't
We're all dry for the drinkin o't
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife
He could na preach for thinkin o't

We were all dry for the drinkin o't
We were all dry for the drinkin o't
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife
He could na preach for thinkin o't

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Monahan’s Mudder’s Milk

(Won’t you) Pour me a glass
Of Monahan’s Mudders Milk
We’ll wash the mud away.
If you poor me a glass
Of Monahan’s Mudders Milk
We’ll leave Higgins’ damn Moon some day.

I was 12 years old
When my daddy brought me here
With two brothers who loved to laugh,
But 10-20 in this muddy hole
We lost the laughing muscle mold
And my brothers lost their lives to mudders gas.

My daddy raised one fist
To tell the boss he’s pissed,
Another to the foreman on third shift,
But when he raised his shovel
To protest his low wage troubles
He was shot down and dumped in a muddy ditch.

Well mudden’s all I know
Until I’ve ‘nough to go
And take my own three boys far from here.
Maybe another place much worse
In this here cold Verse
Till then I drink my Monahan’s for cheer.

Pour me, pour me, mudder, mudder, mudder me,
Mudder, mudder me my milk.
Poor me, mudder me, mudder, mudder marry me
Mudder marry me my milk.

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Maid Went to the Mill

The maid went to the mill last night
Hey-hey, so wanton!
The maid went to the mill last night
Hey, so wanton she!
She swore below the stars so bright
That she should have her corn ground,
She should have her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

Then out came the miller’s man
Hey-hey, so wanton!
Out came the miller’s man
Hey, so wanton he!
He swore he’d do the best he can
For to get her corn ground
For to get her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

He bade her rest upon a sack
Hey-hey, so wanton!
He bade her rest upon a sack
Hey, so wanton he!
Her maidenhead went with a crack
Right well she got her corn ground
Right well she got her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

It’s easy up and easy down
Hey-hey, so wanton!
It’s easy up and easy down
Hey, so wanton he!
She scarce could tell her corn was ground
Right well she got her corn ground
Right well she got her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

When nine months were passed and gone
Hey-hey, so wanton!
When nine months were passed and gone
Hey so wanton she!
This fair young maid brought forth a son
Because she’d got her corn ground
Because she’d got her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

Her mother bade her cast it out
Hey-hey, so wanton!
Her mother bade her cast it out
Hey, so wanton she!
It was the miller’s dusty clout
For getting all her corn ground
Getting all her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

Her father bade her keep it in
Hey-hey, so wanton!
Her father bade her keep it in
Hey, so wanton he!
The miller’s man was of a wealthy clan
And oh he got her corn ground
Oh he got her corn ground
The miller grounds so free!

This young man must have a nurse
Hey-hey, so wanton!
This young man must have a nurse
Hey so wanton he!
So the miller’s man drew out his purse
Because he got her corn ground
Because he got her corn ground
The miller grinds so free!

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MARY MACK

(air: 'Up among the heather')
There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she's the lass I'm goin' tae tak'
There's a lot of other chaps would follow in her track
But I'm thinking that they'd have to get up early

Chorus:
Mary Mack's father's making Mary Mack marry me
My father's making me marry Mary Mack
I'm going to marry Mary for my Mary to take care o' me
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary Mack
This wee lass, she has a lot of brass
She has a lot of gas, her father thinks I'm class
I'd be a silly ass for to let the matter pass
Her father thinks she suits me very fairly

Chorus
Now, Mary and her mother go an awful lot together
In fact you hardly ever see the one without the other
The people wonder whether it is Mary or her mother
Or the both of them together that I'm courting

Chorus
Now, the wedding day's on Wednesday and everything's arranged
Her name will soon be changed to mine, unless her mind has changed
And with making the arrangements, well I'm just about deranged
For marriage is an awful undertaking

Chorus
It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair
There'll be a coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that's there
We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure to get my share
If I don't then I'll be very much mistaken
Chorus

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My Wild Irish Rose

If you listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
T'was given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.

Refrain:

My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake, she may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses which, by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy whene'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows;
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

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My Donegal Shore

Oh I know it’s not right, reminiscing tonight
Of the days that are gone and returning no more
For the girl I dream of, has a another mans love
Far, far away on a Donegal shore

But why should I care for she’s happy o’er there
She may have children, she may be wealthy or poor
But I can’t help my dreams of what might have been
If I stayed at home on my Donegal shore

Now it’s winter time there, all the trees will be bare
And the rainclouds will darken my native Gweedore
But if that girl I could hold every raindrop would be gold
It could fall all around us on my Donegal shore

Turnaround

Now there’s none to blame but before she took his name
When she told me she loved him, it hurt to the core
But I could never descend, to be only her friend
So I left her there on my Donegal shore

Now it’s winter time there, all the trees will be bare
And the rainclouds will darken my native Gweedore
But if that girl I could hold, every raindrop would be gold
It could fall all around us on my Donegal shore

But if that girl I could hold, every raindrop would be gold
It could fall all around us on my Donegal shore

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My old man's a provo

My old mans a provo with a beret and a gun
I havent seen him lately hes always on the run
He looks really trendy in his shades and DM boots
Far cooler than them other dads in ties and shirts and suits

The brits and police ask me, each time that I go out
They ask me if I seen me da or if he's been about
I say 'mind your own business,now just leave me alone
You shower are only jealous, you've no fathers of your own!''

On RTÉ last Friday night, a cop came on to say,
"Please give us information, about the IRA"
They showed a provo unit on security tv
I know that was me da', for he stopped and waved at me

At Christmas time its lonely when daddys not at home
The police are watching everywhere they've even tapped our phone
Last Christmas Eve they staked out our windows and our doors
Then climbing down the chimney came a provo santa clause

My daddys up in long kesh now to me its just not right
I say a special prayer for him when i got to bed at night
Today it was his birthday I sent him in a cake
There was cemtex in the candles he'll be out before i wake!!!

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MONTO

Well, if you've got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o
Where the waxies sing-o all the day;
If you've had your fill of porter, and you can't go any further
Give your man the order: "Back to the Quay!"

cho: And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take her up to Monto, lan-ge- roo,
To you!

You've heard of the Duke of Gloucester, the dirty old imposter
He got a mot and lost her, up the Furry Glen.
He first put on his bowler and he buttoned up his trousers,
And he whistled for a growler and he says, "My man"
Take me up to etc.

You've heard of the Dublin Fusileers, the dirty old bamboozileers,
They went and got the childer, one, two, three.
Oh, marching from the Linen Hall there's one for every cannonball,
And Vick's going to send them all, o'er the sea.
But first go up to etc.

Whcn Carey told on Skin-the-goat, O'Donnell caught him on the boat
He wished he'd never been afloat, the filthy skite.
It wasn't very sensible to tell on the Invincibles]
They stood up for their principles, day and night.
And they all went up to...

Now when the Czar of Russia and the King of Prussia
Landed in the Phoenix Park in a big balloon,
They asked the polismen to play "The Wearin' of the Green"
But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune.
So they both went up to etc.

Now the Queen she came to call on us, she wanted to see all of us
I'm glad she didn't fall on us, she's eighteen stone.
"Mister Melord the Mayor," says she, "Is this all you've got to
show me?"
"Why, no ma'am there's some more to see, Pog mo thoin!"
And he took her up etc.

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MERCHANT AND THE BEGGAR WENCH, THE

Come all ye jolly plooman lads,
And I'll tell you a tale
As merry a tale as ere befell
A merchant's son in the north did dwell
And for a living he was forced to sell.

cho: Lillie fal de dal, lillie fal de day

He's ta'en wi' him as we are told
The sum of five hundred pounds in gold
And on the road he chanced to spy
A beggar wench with a rolling eye.

She asked him for some relief
With smiles of sorrow and tears of grief
She said I've neither house nor home
And for living I'm forced to roam

If ye would tell to me your name
And where is the country to which ye belong
If ye wi me this nicht would lie
I would wi money you supply.

She wisna lang ere she gave consent
And so this two to the inn they went
The landlord laughed to see him kiss
A beggar wench in a ragged dress.

He callcd for brandy of the best
Brought by the landlord in great haste
They drank it out in bumpers three
The jolly beggar wench and he.

And after that the sipper dressed
Brought by the lady in great haste
And after that they went to bed
But the merchant slept as if he were dead.

So in the morning the beggar rose
A@d dressed himself in the merchant's clothes
She's ta'en his watch, and his gold likewise
And she went away with the golden prize.

She's left nothing in the room
But a ragged petticoat and a goon
Bits of bread and tobacco too
And she's went away with the golden shoe

She down the stair like a spirit flew
Ten guineas to the landlord threw
She's never been heard of until this day
Lillie fal de dal, lillie fal de day.

In the morning the merchant rose
And dressed himself in the beggar's clothes
And on the road he cursed and swore
He would never lie wi' a beggar more.

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MARY ANN

Some boyos when they go out courtin'
Sure they haven't the spunk of a mouse
They'll stand on the corner and whistle
They're afraid to go into the house
But I walk in the kitchen with me swagger
As if the whole place were me own
And I sit meself down with, "Good evening,
How are you, old Mother Malone?"

So I kissed the old woman and hugged the old man
Gave Johnny a dollar and I shook hands with Dan
Fight for his sister, I'll do all I can, I'll do all I can
And then I'll walk out with me girl, Mary Ann

Well, I'd only been courting her a fortnight
When her heart and her hand, I had won
So the next night I went to the cottage
The old woman, she called me "her son"
So I asked the old man for his daughter
His son-in-law, soon I would be
And he says, "on me soul, Pete McNulty,
You can have both me daughter and me"

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MICHAEL COLLINS

The bark of a dog breaks the silence like a bitter last hurrah
And a raven spreads it's wings for flight over fields near Beál Na mBláth
With a rifle still clasped to his breast, but hanging low his head
A black August day in the County Cork, Michael Collins is dead

Hang out your brightest colours, his memory now recall
Each one wants a part of him but no-one wants it all

Working over in London town when he joined the I.R.B.
Sworn to use, both, deadly force, his native land to free
His squad is ready and willing to strike, his love for his ruthless charm
The Laughing Boy smiles at the castle, it's a smile to cause alarm

Chorus

A British intelligence agent is working from a Dublin room
Michael Collins adds a name to a list that will take men to the tomb
A spy slowly rises from his chair and walks across the floor
A man with a parabellum is knocking at the door

Chorus

Returning then to London town, who will take the blame?
The Treaty lies before him, Michael Collins adds his name
A darker time lies across the land, who will bear the load?
An awkward hero in an armoured car on an Irish country road

Chorus

The bark of a dog breaks the silence like a bitter last hurrah
And a raven spreads it's wings for flight over fields near Beál Na mBláth

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MacNAMARA'S BAND

Oh, me name is MacNamara I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play at funerals we play the March From Saul

Chorus: Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang
And the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Hennessey Tennessee tootles the flute
And the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair
The annual celebration - all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came, he took me by the hand
Says he,"I never saw the likes of MacNamara's band"

Oh! My name is Uncle Yulius and from Sweden I have come
To play with MacNamara's band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street The ladies think I'm grand
They shout "There's Uncle Yulius playing with an Irish band"

Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I am the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen
There's O'Briens and Ryans and Sheehans and Meehans
they come from Ireland, But by yimminy
I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's band

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MACUSHLA

Macushla! Macushla! Your sweet voice is calling
Calling me softly again and again
Macushla! Macushla! I hear its dear pleading
My blue eyed Macushla, I hear it in vain

Macushla! Macushla! Your white arms are reaching
I feel their enfolding caressing me still
Fling them out from the darkness, my lost love
Macushla, let them find me and bind me again if they will

Macushla! Macushla! Your red lips are saying
That death is a dream and love is for aye
Then awaken Macushla, awake from your dreaming
My blue eyed Macushla, awaken to stay

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THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD

Who fears to speak ok ninety-eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mocked the patriots fate
Who hangs his head, for shame?
He's all a knave or half a slave
Who slights his country thus
But true men like you men
Will fill your glass with us

We drink the mem'ry of the brave
The faithfull and the few
Some lie far off beyond the wave
Some sleep in Ireland too
And all are gone but still lives on
The fame of those who died
All true men like you men
Remember them with pride

Some on the shores of distant lands
Their weary hearts are laid
And by the stranger's heedless hands
Their lonely graves were made
But tho' their clay be far away
Beyond the Atlantic foam
In true men like you men
Their spirit's still at home

The dust on some is Irish earth
Among their own they rest
And the same dear land that gave them birth
Has caught them to her breast
And we will pray that from their clay
Full many a race shall start
Of true men like you men
To act as brave a part

They rose in dark and evil days
To right their native land
And they kindled here a living blaze
That nothing shall withstand
Alas that might can vanquish right
They fell and passed away
But true men like you men
Are plenty here today

Then here's to their memory may it be
To us a guiding light
To cheer our strife for liberty
And teach us to unite
Tho' good and ill be Ireland still
Tho' sad as theirs your fate
And true men like you men
Like those of ninety-eight

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MAID WHO SOLD HER BARLEY, THE

It's cold and raw, the north winds blow
Black in the morning early
When all the hills were covered with snow
Oh then it was winter fairly
As I was riding o'er the moor
I met a farmer's daughter
Her cherry cheeks and coal-black hair
They caused my heart to falter

I bowed my bonnet very low
To let her know my meaning
She answered with a courteous smile
Her looks they were engaging
"Where are you bound my pretty maid
It's now in the morning early?"
The answer that she gave to me
"Kind sir, to sell my barley"

"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse
And twenty more that's yearly
You need not go to the market town
For I'll buy all your barley
If twenty guineas would gain the heart
Of the maid I love so dearly
All for to tarry with me one night
And go home in the morning early"

As I was riding o'er the moor
The very evening after
It was my fortune for to meet
The farmer's only daughter
Although the weather being cold and raw
With her I thought to parlay
The answer that she gave to me
"Kind sir, I've sold my barley"

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MAN FROM THE DAILY MAIL, THE

Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
it's a strange and a troubled land
and the Irish are a very funny race, sir
every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon tied firmly to its tail
and it wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising,
said the man from the Daily Mail

Chorus:
Every bird, upon my word is singing 'treble! I'm a rebel!'
every hen it's said is laying hand grenades over there sir! I declare Sir!
And every cock in the farmyard stock crows in triumph for the Gael
and it wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising,
said the man from the Daily Mail

Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen a bunch of busy gooses there, sir
dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step as they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes as I'm sending out the news,
said the man from the Daily Mail

Chorus

Slow verse (almost spoken):
Now the whole place is seething with sedition,
it's Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
and the password's Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon tied firmly to its tail
and it wouldn't be surprising if there'd be another rising,
said the man from the Daily Mail

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MANY YOUNG MEN OF TWENTY

Many young men of twenty said goodbye
All that long day
From break of dawn until the sun was high
Many young men of twenty said goodbye

My boy Jimmy went that day
On the big ship sailed away
Sailed away and left me here to die
Many young men of twenty said goodbye

I met my love upon the mountain Rim
The day he left
I knew I bore a living child of him
I knew I bore a living child of him

And the child was born to me
Jimmy's gone across the sea
Jimmy's gone and here alone am I
Many young men of twenty said goodbye

My Jimmy said he'd sail across the sea
He swore his oath
He'd sail back home one day and marry me
He'd sail back home one day and marry me

But my Jimmy let me down
Now they mock me in the town
Oh my Jimmy please come back to me
Oh my Jimmy please come back to me

Many young men of twenty said goodbye
All that long day
From break of dawn until the sun was high
Many young men of twenty said goodbye

They left the mountains and the glens
The lasses and the fine young men
I saw the tears of every girl and boy
Many young men of twenty said goodbye

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MC ALPINE'S FUSILIERS

As down the glen came McAlpine's men with their shovels slung behind them
It was in the pub that they drank their sub or down in the spike you'll find them
We sweated blood and we washed down mud with quarts and pints of beer
But now we're on the raod again with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky Finn down upon the Isle of Grain
With Horseface Toole I learned the rule, no money if you stop for rain
For McAlpine's god is a well filled hod with your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he who looks for tea with McAlpine's Fusilers

I remember the day that the Bear O'Shea fell into a concrete stair
What Horseface said, when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers
"I'm a navvy short" was his one retort that reached into my ears
When the going is rough, well you must be tough with McAlpine's Fusiliers

I've worked till the sweat near had me beat with Russian, Czech and Pole
At shuttering jams up in the hydro dams or underneath the Thames in a hole
I grafted hard and I got me cards and many a ganger's fist across me ears
If you pride your life, don't join, by Christ, with McAlpine's Fusiliers

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MEETING OF THE WATERS, THE

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
Oh! The last rays of feeling and life must depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart

Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green
'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill
Oh, no! It was something more exquisite still
Oh, no! It was something more exquisite still

'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom were near
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve
When we see them reflected from looks that we love
When we see them reflected from looks that we love

Sweet vale of Avoca! How calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace

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MEET ME AT THE PILLAR

I was walking down by Islandbridge, just doing as I pleased
This April day the sun was warm, there was but a gentle breeze
I wandered up the old stone steps into Phoenix Park
To watch the children laugh and play in the hours before the dark
I strolled up by the monument and lay down on the ground
Then people started crying when they heard the battle sound
I don't know what came over me, but for a moment I could hear
The echo of a soldier's voice that kept calling in my ear

Meet me at the Pillar son, meet me there at noon
I need you brave young Irishmen, there is something we must do
Meet me at the Pillar son, still it's not too late
It's time to sing a Freedom's song, come soon I cannot wait

I turned around to see this man, but nobody was there
In the distance I could hear the drums, yet a stillness filled the air
I closed my eyes and in my dreams a soldier I could see
He said his name was Pádraig Pearse, and he kept on calling me
That awful night I lay awake and many times I cried
I could not answer his commands, no matter how I tried
There in the dark I did my best to say a silent prayer
That when they take him to his fate, he'll know how much I cared

Chorus

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MEN BEHIND THE WIRE, THE

Chorus:
Armored cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons!
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire!

Through the little streets of Belfast, in the dark of early morn
British soldiers came a-running, wrecking little homes with scorn
Hear the sobs of crying children, dragging fathers from their beds
Watch the scenes as helpless mothers watch the blood fall from their heads

Chorus

Not for them a judge or jury, nor for them a crime at all
Being Irish means they're guilty, so they're guilty one and all
Around the world the truth will echo: Cromwell's men are here again!
England's name again is sullied in the eyes of honest men

Chorus

Proudly march behind our banner; proudly march behind our men!
We will have them free to help us build a nation once again!
Come the people, step together, proudly, firmly on your way
Never fear and never falter, till the boys come home to stay!

Chorus

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MEN OF THE WEST, THE

When you honor in song and in story
The names of the patriot men
Whose valor has covered with glory
Full many a mountain and glen
Forget not the boys of the heather
Who rallied their bravest and best
When Ireland was broken in Wexford
And looked for revenge to the West

Chorus:
I give you the gallant old West, boys
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding;
Hurrah for the men of the West!

The hilltops with glory were glowing
'Twas the eve of a bright harvest day
When the ship we'd been wearily waiting
Sailed into Killala's broad bay
And over the hills went the slogan
To awaken in every breast
The fire that has never been quenched, boys
Among the true hearts of the West

Chorus

Killala was ours ere the midnight
And high over Ballina town
Our banners in triumph were waving
Before the next sun had gone down
We gathered to speed the good work, boys
The true men from near and afar
And history can tell how we routed
The redcoats through old Castlebar

Chorus

And pledge me the stout sons of France, boys
Bold Humbert and all his brave men
Whose tramp, like the trumpet of battle
Brought hope to the drooping again
Since Ireland has caught to her bosom
On many a mountain and hill
The gallants who fell, so they're here, boys
To cheer us to victory still

Chorus

Though all the bright dreamings we cherished
Went down in disaster and woe
The spirit of old is still with us
That never would bend to the foe
And Connacht is ready whenever
The loud rolling tuck of the drum
Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come

Chorus

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MERRY PLOUGHBOY, THE

I am a merry ploughboy boy, and I'm here to sing to you
And in case you didn't know it, I'm Irish thru and thru
No matter where I chance to roam, over land or sea or sky
Beneath the orange, white and green, for Ireland, boys, I'll die!

CHORUS:
We're off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to my head that I should roam away
For I'm tired of civilian life since the day that I was born
So I'm off to join the IRA and I'm off tomorrow morn

Alternate chorus:
And we're off to Dublin with the green on the green
And the bayonets glitterin' in the sun
And the Tans they fly like lightnin' from
The rattle of me Thompson gun!

I'll leave aside my pick and spade, I'll leave aside my plough
I'll leave aside my old grey mare, no more I'll need them now
And I'll leave aside my Mary, she's the one that I adore
I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the rifles roar

I'll take my Sharps revolver and my bandolero so
And with my comrades by my side, we'll fight a foreign foe!
I had a girl I left behind, and her name was Mary, dear
And I hope that she proves true to me whenever I'm not near
And when the war is over and dear old Ireland's free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be

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MINSTREL BOY, THE

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard
"Tho' all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, they rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again
For he tore its chords asunder
And said "No chains shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!"

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MO GHILE MEAR

Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh
'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith
Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan
De bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcéin

'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear

Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeór
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó
'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón

Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóin
Is níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó
Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoigh
Ó d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó

Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg
Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh
Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
's líontair táinte cárt ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó
Chun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan

Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha
's Eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha
Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó luaidh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear

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MOLLY MALONE

In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheels her wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

Chorus:
Alive alive-o, alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

She was a fishmonger but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

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MOUNTAIN TAY, THE

Chorus:
Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The corn, the mash, the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Swing to left swing to the right,
The excise men will dance all night,
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad daylight
In the hills of Connemara

Oh the excise men are on their way
They're hunting all around for the mountain tay
Oh they won't go away for the devil of a day
In the hills of Connemara

Chorus

Oh here's a bottle for Uncle Tom
And here's a gallon for Father John
To help the poor old dear along
Through the hills of Connemara

Well, stand your ground for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate
Oh, glory be to Jesus, they're drinking it straight
In the hills of Connemara

Chorus

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MOUNTAINS OF MOURNE

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don't wear a top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep out to the sea

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same
That if at those roses you ventured to sip
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

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My Singing Bird

Mairie's Wedding

THE MAD LADY AND ME

MAGGIE MAE

MAGGIE LAUDER

MAGGIE MAY

MR. MOSES RI-TOORAL-I-AY

MRS. McGRATH

MRS. McGRATH

MUIRSHEEN DURKIN

THE MUSIC OF HEALING

MY AUNT JANE

MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY

MY JOHNNY LAD

My Little Armalite

MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET

Monahan’s Mudder’s Milk

Maid Went to the Mill

MARY MACK

My Wild Irish Rose

My Donegal Shore

My old man's a provo

MONTO

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MARY ANN

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