Besedila irskih pesmi | Irish song lyrics

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Ninety miles from Dublin
Nonesuch
Nancy Whiskey |MP3s |
Ninety-eight
Nineteen eight four
Nell Flaherty's drake |MP3s |
Nelson's farewell
No Irish need apply |MP3s |
Nancy Myles |MP3s |
Nancy Spain |MP3s |
Nation Once Again, A |MP3s |
Navigator
Navvy Boots |MP3s |
Net Hauling Song |MP3s |
New Years Eve Song
New York Girls |MP3s |
Night In Merrion Row, A
Night That Paddy Murphy Died, The |MP3s |
Nightingale, The |MP3s |
No More Stravaigin
Nobodys Moggy (Now) |MP3s |
Now North Sea Holes
Now Im Easy |MP3s |

Total lyrics: 23

NANCY MYLES

Nancy was a tinker girl who roamed the country roads
And I will tell you how she came to be a legend in her time
And the reason that I've come to know well the tinker told me so
Who better than to pass to me the tale of Nancy Myles

Nancy's father tinker Dan was a poor but honest man
Drove a horse drawn caravan all through the Emerald Isle
When Nancy was no more a child Dan he didn't have to toil
Men would come from far and wide to pay for Nancy Myles

There's pretty girls in magazines Movie stars and beauty queens
Nancy was the prettiest girl a man could ever see
And the gleam of love in her eyes when she'd look and you and smile
Make you feel that you were just the man she'd long to she

Before the age of twenty-one a hundred men had come and gone
None of them could win the gleam of love that was in her eyes
Any man who loved her then never was the same again
His memory was haunted with thoughts of Nancy Myles

In every town and village too the fame of Nancy grew and grew
Soon her name was spoken at many a campfire's side
And in Ballislough on horse fair day when tinker men would have their say
Many a fight was fought to win the court of Nancy Myles

I hope that you don't get me wrong Nancy was the sweetest one
Heart so full of kindness and as charming as her smile
She was known through out the land the queen of all the tinker clan
'Twas the dream of every man to marry Nancy Myles

Before the age of thirty-one a thousand men had come and gone
None of them could win the gleam of love that was in her eyes
Every man who loved her then never was the same again
His memory was haunted with thoughts of Nancy Myles

Then there came the saddest day Nancy's father passed away
The loss it grieved her dearly and her heart was filled with pain
Family friends and courting men never say her smile again
A change had taken place within the heart of Nancy Myles

Before the age of Forty-one Nancy she had come and gone
They searched the country over not a trace of her could find
Nancy's memory will live on as long as tinker men are born
Proudly they will the song of tinker Nancy Myles

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NANCY SPAIN

Of all the stars that ever shone,
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat, the wind gently blows and fills my sail
Your sweet scented breath is everywhere

Daylight peeping through the curtains
Of the passing night time is your smile
The sun in the sky is like your laugh
Come back to me my Nancy, linger for just a little while
Since you left these shores I've know no peace nor joy

Chorus:
No matter where I wander, I still haunted be your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you gone,
If you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain

On the day in Spring,
When snow starts to melt and streams to flow
With the birds I'll sing to you a song
In a while I'll wander, down be Bluebell Grove
Where wild flowers grow
And I'll that lovely Nancy will return

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A NATION ONCE AGAIN

When boyhood's fire was in my blood, I read of ancient free men
Of Greece and Rome who bravely stood, three hundred men and free men
And then I prayed I yet might see, our fetters rent in twain
And Ireland long a province be, a nation once again

Chorus:
A nation once again, a nation once again
And Ireland long a province be, a nation once again

And from that time through wildest woe, that hope has shone a far light
Nor could love's brightest summer glow, outshine that solemn starlight
It seemed to watched above my head, through forum, field and fain
It's angel voice sang round me bed, a nation once again

Chorus:
A nation once again, a nation once again
And Ireland long a province be, a nation once again

So as I grew from boy to man, I bent thee to my bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan and cruel passion ridding
For thus I hope someday to aid, nor can such hope be vain
When my dear country shall be made, a nation once again

Chorus:
A nation once again, a nation once again
And Ireland long a province be, a nation once again

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NAVIGATOR

The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water, but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns ran with their songs and their fights

Chorus:
Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done
Take your pick and your shovel and your bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight

They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket for the entrepreneur
By landslide and rock-blast they go buried so deep
That in death if not life they'll find peace while they sleep

Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an Empire where the sun never sets
Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet

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NAVVY BOOTS

I am an old Navvy and I work on the line
And the last place I worked was New Castle-on-Thyme
I'll tell me misfortune it happened in fun
It happened one night I'd me navvy boots on

One night after supper I shaved off my
To meet me fair Ellen I was well prepared
To meet me fair Ellen I then hurried down
And I met her that night with me navvy boots on

Oh I knocked on her window my knock it was low
Oh I knocked on her window my knock she did know
She jumped out of bed saying, "Is that you John?"
"Oh, be Jasus it's me with me navvy boots on."

She came to the door and invited me in
Saying, "Draw to the fire love and warm you skin."
Well her bedroom was open and the blanket turned down
So I jumped into bed with me navvy boots on

Now all of that night we did sport and did play
Never thinking of time as it soon passed away
Then she jumped out of bed saying, "What have I done?"
"Oh, the baby will be born with his navvy boots on."

I chastised me loved one for talking so wild
"Ah, ya foolish young girl you'll never have a child."
"For all that I've done know 'twas only in fun."
Ah but I ran like hell with me navvy boots on

And very soon after I was summoned to court
To pay for me sins just like any man ought
I paid ten bob a week now for all of my fun
Oh that I had that night with me navvy boots on

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NET HAULING SONG

It's busk ye, my lads, get you up on deck
And take up your stations for hauling the nets
And mind you pull together boys, all through the night
And sweat in your oilskins until it's daylight
At the heaving and hauling and shaking the nets

It's when we start hauling we're living in hopes
The boy in the locker, the lads on the ropes
And the fellas in the hold who are pulling the nets
And shaking the herring out onto the deck
And it's, heaving and hauling and shaking the nets

It's net after net is pulled up from the sea
With a haul and a shake and a one, two and three
And the herring are a piling around your sea boots
And slithering and sliding down into the chutes
And we're heaving and hauling and shaking the nets

It's hour after hour we are hauling away
All through the long night till the dawn of the day
The skipper's in the wheelhouse he's on the R T
And the cook's in the galley a brewing the tea
And we're finished with hauling and shaking the nets

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NEW YEAR'S EVE SONG

I have seen you tossing restless between midnight and day,
Paying all the debts of many years,
Staring out the window till the mist has burned away,
Waiting for the sun to dry your tears,

I've seen you young, I've seen you old, I've seen you lost and found,
I've seen you sit and cry without a sound.
I have seen you in the lamplight with the hard lines in your face,
And the shadows of your fears upon the wall,

But crying is no weakness and to lose is no disgrace,
You see we're not so different after all,
But can't you tell, by the ringing bell,
The old year's moving on, I'd like to say one thing before it's gone.

May whatever house you live in have flowers round the door,
And children in the bed to keep you warm,
May the people there accept you for what you really are,
And help you find some shelter in the storm,
And morning rain, to ease the pain, that comes with being free,
May the New Year bring you freedom peacefully.

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NEW YORK GIRLS

As I walked down the Broadway one evening in July
I met a maid who asked me trade and a sailor John says I

Chorus:
And away, you Santee, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka

To Tiffany's I took her I did not mind expense
I bought her two gold earrings and they cost me fifteen cents
Chorus

Says she, 'You Limejuice sailor now see me home you may'
But when we reached her cottage door, she this to me did say
Chorus

My flash man he's a Yankee with his hair cut short behind
He wears a pair of long sea-boots and he sails in the Blackball Line
Chorus

He's homeward bound this evening and with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor-boy get cracking on your way
Chorus

So I kissed her hard and proper before her flash man came
And fare ye well, me Bowery gal, I know your little game
Chorus

I wrapped me glad rags round me and to the docks did steer
I'll never court another maid I'll stick to rum and beer
Chorus

I joined a Yankee blood-boat and sailed away next morn
Don't ever fool around with gals you're safer off Cape Horn
Chorus

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A NIGHT IN MERRION ROW

Take me back to Dublin, across the Irish Sea
Just one night in that fair city, to see again that sweet Kathleen
It's well that I remember, that night in Merrion Row
When I saw her through the laughter, she took my heart and then my soul

Chorus:
And sometimes late at night, across the ocean comes a voice
Are you Molly Bloom, were you conjured up by Joyce

Exchanging thoughts on life and living in the session and the smoke
In her eyes I saw my future, it filled my heart and mind with hope
But the hours past too quickly and the drink it flowed like rain
Me and my lovely Colleen, I was her darling man

Chorus:
And sometimes late at night, across the ocean comes a voice
Are you Molly Bloom, were you conjured up by Joyce

Then our evening abruptly ended, with the barman calling time
We left this place in silence, her hand clenched tight in mine
So we said our last farewell, our heart full sore with pain
Then she walked into the darkness and never even asked my name

Chorus:
And now I sit here, late at night, and in my mind I hear that voice
You were my Molly Bloom, for that moment I was James Joyce

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THE NIGHT THAT PADDY MURPHY DIED

The night that Paddy Murphy died I never shall forget
The whole damn crew got stinking drunk and some ain't sober yet;
The only thing we did that night that filled my heart with fear
We took the ice from off the corpse and put it in the beer

Chorus:
And that's how we showed our respect for Paddy Murphy
That's how we showed our honor and our pride;
That's how we showed our respect for Paddy Murphy
Our respect for Paddy Murphy on the night that Paddy died.

The night that Paddy Murphy died I never shall forget
The whole damn crew got stinking drunk and some ain't sober yet;
The other thing we did that night that filled our hearts with fear
We took the coins from off his eyes, and spent it all on beer.

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THE NIGHTINGALE

As I went a walking one morning in may
I met a young couple so fondly did stray
One was a young maid so sweet and so fair
The other was a soldier and a brave Grenadier

Chorus:
And the kissed so sweet and comforting as they clung to each other
They went arm in arm along the road like sister and brother
They went arm in arm along the road till they came to a stream
And they both sat down together to hear the nightingale sing

Out of his knapsack he took a fine fiddle
He played her such merry tunes that you ever did hear
He played her such merry tunes that you the valley did ring
And softly cried the fair maid hear the nightingale sing

Chorus

Oh I'm off to India for seven long years
Drinking wine and strong whiskey instead of pale beer
And if ever I return again 'twill be in the spring
And we'll both sit down together love to hear the nightingale sing

Chorus

Well then said the fair maid will you marry me
Oh no says the soldier however can that be
For I have me own wife at home in me own country
And sure she is the fairest little maid that you ever did see

Chorus

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No more stravaigin'

No more to busk the left bank for the "The Cowboy Ecosse"
No more to play the country scaff where you had tae earn your pay
No more to hear that rye mouth from Paris tae Dunvaggan
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more down the Gallowgates or in the Scotia Bar
No more to hear the tall tales as he picked his big guitar
No more the songs of scallin, complicacy's contagion
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more to sing of Woody or Weary's Bonnie Wells
No more buy drink for all the boys up in Sandy Bells
No more against hypocrisy, his war be onward waging
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more to be in Tønder where he was known to all by name
Were we drank too much Gammel Dansk, it was always him to blame
No more the Visa-Versa Hoose or with Thomas up in Skagen
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

No more to sing the big songs, where he could bring a crowd tae
No more double meaning songs that made the lassies blush
No more to sing a thousand clubs from Glasgow to Copenhagen
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

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NOBODY'S MOGGY NOW

Somebody's moggy by the side of the road
Somebody's pussy who forgot his highway code
Someone's favorite feline who ran clean out of luck
When he ran on to the road and tried to argue with a truck

Yesterday he purred and played in his pussy paradise
Decapitating tweety birds and masticating mice
Now he's just six pounds of raw mincemeat that don't smell very nice
He's nobody's moggy now

All you who love your pussy be sure to keep him in
Don't let him argue with a truck, the truck is bound to win
And upon the busy road, don't let him play or frolic
If you do I'm warning you it could be CAT-astrophic

If he tries to play on the roadway, I'm afraid that will be that
There will be one last despairing MEOW! and a sort of squelchy splat
And your pussy will be slightly dead and very, very flat
He's nobody's moggy, just red and squashed and soggy
He's nobody's moggy now

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NORTH SEA HOLES

Come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea,
The whole year round on the fishing grounds
On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
Where the herring shoals are found

It's there you'll find the Norfolk boys and the lads from Peterhead,
There's Buckie chiels and men from Shields,
On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
Where the herring shoals are found

From Fraserborough and Aberdeen, from Whitby, Yarmouth Town,
The fleet's away at the break of day
To the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
To the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
Where the herring shoals are found

It's off with a boiler full of steam and your engine spic and span
To fish the grounds the North Sea round
And fish and knolls and the North Sea Holes
And try your luck at the North Shields Gut
With a catch of a hundred cran

No need to wait for the wind and tide, you're the master of the sea,
Come calm or squall, just shoot and haul
And fill the hold with the fish to be sold
And steam ahead for the curing shed
And the buyers on the Yarmouth quay

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NOW I'M EASY

For nearly sixty years I've been a cocky,
Of drought and fires and floods I've lived through plenty;
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood,
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy.
I married a fine girl when I was twenty,
But she died giving birth when she was thirty;
No flying doctor then, just a gentle old black gin,
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy.

She left me with two sons and a daughter,
And a bone dry farm whose soil cried out for water;
So my care was rough and ready, but they grew up fine and steady
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy.
My daughter married young and went her own way,
My sons lie buried by the Burma Railway;
So on this land I've made my own, I've carried on alone,
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy.

City folks these days despise the cocky.
Say with subsidies and all we've had it easy.
But there's no drought or starving stock
On a sewered suburban plot
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy.
Yes, it's nearly over now, now I'm easy.

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Ninety miles form Dublin

I'm ninety miles form Dublin town
I'm in an H-Block cell
To help you understand me plight
This story now I'll tell
I'm on the blanket protest
My efforts must not fail
For I'm joined by men and women
In the Kesh and Armagh jail

It all began one morning
I was dragged to Castleragh
And though it was three years ago
It seems like yesterday
For three days kicked and beaten
I then was forced to sign
Confessions that convicted me
Of deeds that were not mine

Sentenced in a Diplock court
My protest it began
I could not wear this prison gear
I was a blanket man
I'll not accept their status
I'll not be criminalised
That's the issue in the blocks
For which we give our lives

Over there in London town
Oh how they'd laugh and sneer
If they could only make us wear
Their loathsome prison gear
Prisoners of war that's what we are
And that we must remain
The blanket protest cannot end
Till status we regain

I've been beaten round the romper room
Because I won't say 'Sir'
I've been frog marched down the landing
And dragged back by the hair
I've suffered degradation
Humility and pain
Still the spirit does not falter
British torture is in vain

I've been held in scalding water
While me back with deck scrubs was tore
I've beenscratched and cut from head to foot
Then thrown out on the floor
I've suffered mirror searches
Been probed by drunken bears
I've heard me comrades cry and scream
Then utter useless prayers

Now with the news that's coming in
Our protest must not fail
For now we're joined by thirty girls
In Armagh's women's jail
So pay attention Irishmen
And Irish women too
And show the Free State rulers that
Their silence will not do

Though it's ninety miles from Dublin town
It seems so far away
There's more attention to our plight
In the USA
Now you've heard the story
Of this filthy living hell
Remember ninety miles away
I'm still in an H-Block cell

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NINETY-EIGHT

Still forms, grey dust, black stones in Dublin city,
A grave in green Kildare,
And many a grassy mound that moves our pity
O'er Erin everywhere;

Cave Hill above the Lagan's noises rearing
Her shaggy head in pride;
Lone Ednavady's brow and Antrim staring
Across Lough Neagh's rough tide;

Killala still her weary watch maintaining
Beside the ocean's boom,
And Castlebar in faithful guard remaining
Around the Frenchmen's tomb.

Ross, Wexford, Gorey, Oulart, Tubberneering,
And many a Wicklow glen
That knew the dauntless souls and hearts unfearing
Of Dwyer and all his men

These, through a hundred years of gloom and doubting
Speak trumpet-toned to-day,
Above the cry of creed and faction's shouting
To tread the olden way.

These, in the hearts of all the true men, waken
The olden fires anew;
These tell of hope unquenched and faith unshaken,
Of something still to do.

They bring us visions, full of tears and sorrow,
Of homes and hearts left lone;
Of eyes grown dim with watching for a morrow
Of joy that never shone.

But, too, they whisper notes of preparation
And strength beyond the seas,
Of hope outliving night and desolation
Through all the centuries.

Then to the staff-head let our flag ascending,
Our fires on every hill
Tell to the nations of the earth attending
We wage the battle still

Tell to the nations, though the grass is o'er them,
For many a weary year,
Our fathers' souls still thrill the land that bore them,
Their spirit still is there.

And by their graves we swear this year of story
To battle side by side,
Till Freedom crowns with immemorial glory
The Cause for which they died.

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Nineteen eighty four

The vans they come in convoys now
Stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside
In the hills up to the north
There´s road blocks on the Meden bridge
There´s click click clicking on the phone
They´re sealing off our villages
Sealing off our homes
Her father crossed the battle lines
In the first months of the war
She frowns down at the soup kitchen
She doesn´t have a father anymore
It´s cold in the early mornings
Standing with your mates
Staring at the thick blue line
Armed and ready at the gates

This ain´t some tinpot story arriving from a distant shore
But or own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

The servants of our great nation
Have lied in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and order
Are busy breaking every law
There´s hundreds on trumped-up charges
Hundreds on the streets
The future of our villages
Sown with bitter seeds

And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

Nobody wanted to see the blood
As the blue lights flash through in the night
But all the words fell on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration bites

Two nations under one crown divided more and more
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984

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NELL FLAHERTY'S DRAKE

My name it is Nell, and the truth for to tell
I come from Cootehill, which I'll never deny
I had a large drake, and the truth for to speak
My grandmother left me, and she going to die
He was wholesome and sound; he weighed twenty pound
And the universe 'round I would rove for his sake
Bad luck to the robber, be he drunk or sober
That murdered Nell Flaherty's beautiful drake

His neck it was green, he was rare to be seen
He was fit for a Queen of the highest degree
His body so white, it would give you delight
He was fat, plump and heavy, and brisk as a bee
My dear little fellow, his legs, they were yellow
He would fly like a swallow, and swim like a hake
Until some wicked savage, to grease his white cabbage
He murdered Nell Flaherty's beautiful drake

May his pig never grunt, may his cat never hunt
May a ghost always haunt him in the dead of the night
May his hen never lay, may his ass never bray
May his coat fly away like an old paper kite
May the lice and the fleas the wretch ever tease
May the pinching north breeze make him tremble and shake
May a four-year-old bug build a nest in the lug
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's Drake

May his cock never crow, may his bellows ne'er blow
And a-pot or po, may he never have one
May his cradle not rock, may his box have no lock
May his wife have no smock to shield her back bone
May his duck never quack, and his goose turn quite black
And pull down the turf with his long yellow beak
May scurvy and itch, not depart from the breech
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's Drake

May his pipe never smoke, may his teapot be broke
And to add to the joke may his kettle not boil
May he lay in the bed 'till the moment he's dead
May he always be fed on lob-scouse and fish oil
May he swell with the gout, may his grinders fall out
May he roar, bawl and shout, with the horrid toothache
May his temples wear horns, and all his toes corns
The monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake

May his spade never dig, may his sow never pig
Every nit on his head be as large as a snail
May his house have no thatch and his door have no latch
May his turkey not hatch, may the rats eat his meal
May every old fairy from Cork to Dunleary
Dip him in snug and easy in some pond or lake
Where the eel and the trout may slime in the snout
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's Drake

May his dog yelp and growl with hunger and cold
May his wife always scold 'till his brain goes astray
May the curse of each hag, that e'er carried a bag
Alight on his nag till his beard it turns grey
May monkeys still bite him, and man-apes affright him
And everyone slight him asleep or awake
May weasels still gnaw him, and jackdaws still claw him
The monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's Drake

Then all the good news l have to diffuse
'Tis for Peter Hughes, and blind Peter McFree
There's big nosed Bob Manson, and buck-toothed Ned Hanson
Each man has a grandson of my darling Drake
My bird he had dozens of nephews and cousins
And one I must get or my heart it will break
To keep my mind easy or else l'll run crazy
So this ends the song of Nell Flaherty's Drake

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NELSON'S FAREWELL

Oh well, poor aul' Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air
On the eighth day of March, in Dublin city fair
from his stand of stones and mortar
he fell crashing through the quarter
where once he stood so stiff and proud and rude!
So let's sing our celebration
as a service to the nation
so poor aul' admiral Nelson, toodle-oo!

Of fifty pounds of gelignite it sped him on his way
and the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today!
In Trafalgar Square it might be fair
to leave aul' Nelson standing there
but no one tells the Irish what they'll view!
So the Dublin Corporation
can stop deliberations
for the boys of Ireland showed them what to do

A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state
to mark aul' Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet
But 1:30 in the morning
without a bit of warning
aul' Nelson took a powder, and he blew!
So at last the Irish nation
had Parnell in higher station
than good old admiral Nelson, toodle-oo!

Oh the Russians and the Yanks with their lunar probes they play
and I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway
But now the Irish join the race
we have an astronaut in space!
Ireland, boys, is now a world power, too!
So let's sing our celebration
as a service to the nation
so poor aul' admiral Nelson, toodle-oo!

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NO IRISH NEED APPLY

I'm a decent boy just landed
From the town of Ballyfad
I want a situation, yes
And want it very bad
I have seen employment advertised
"It's just the thing" says I
"But the dirty spalpeen ended with
'No Irish Need Apply' "

"Whoa," says I, "that's an insult
But to get the place I'll try"
So I went to see the blackguard
With his "No Irish Need Apply"
Some do count it a misfortune
To be christened Pat or Dan
But to me it is an honor
To be born an Irishman

I started out to find the house,
I got it mighty soon
There I found the old chap seated
He was reading the Tribune
I told him what I came for
When he in a rage did fly
"No!" he says, "You are a Paddy
And no Irish need apply"

Then I gets my dander rising
And I'd like to black his eye
To tell an Irish gentleman
"No Irish Need Apply"
Some do count it a misfortune
To be christened Pat or Dan
But to me it is an honor
To be born an Irishman

I couldn't stand it longer
So a hold of him I took
And gave him such a welting
As he'd get at Donnybrook
He hollered, "Milia murther"
And to get away did try
And swore he'd never write again
"No Irish Need Apply"

Well he made a big apology
I told him then goodbye
Saying, "When next you want a beating
Write 'No Irish Need Apply' "
Some do count it a misfortune
To be christened Pat or Dan
But to me it is an honor
To be born an Irishman

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Nonesuch

And she shall bring the birds in spring
And dance among the flowers.
In summer's heat her kisses sweet
They fall from leafy bowers.

She cuts the grain and harvests corn.
The kiss of fall surrounds her.
The days grow old and winter cold.
She draws her cloak around her.

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Nancy Whiskey

I'm a weaver, a Carlton Weaver
I'm a a rash and a-roving blade
I've got silver in my pockets
And I follow the roving trade

Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O

As I went down through Glasgow city
Nancy whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
Seven long years I loved her well

Chorus

The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my Mother's teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled

Chorus

Now, I rose early in the morning
To slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise, but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees

REFREN

So I'm going back to the Carlton weaving
I'll surely make those shuttles fly
For I made more at the Carlton weaving
Than ever I did at the roving trade

Chorus

So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers
Come all you weavers where e'er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy whiskey
She'll ruin you like she ruined me

Chorus

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Beer Belly band

Besedila irskih pesmi | Irish song lyrics

N

NANCY MYLES

NANCY SPAIN

A NATION ONCE AGAIN

NAVIGATOR

NAVVY BOOTS

NET HAULING SONG

NEW YEAR'S EVE SONG

NEW YORK GIRLS

A NIGHT IN MERRION ROW

THE NIGHT THAT PADDY MURPHY DIED

THE NIGHTINGALE

No more stravaigin'

NOBODY'S MOGGY NOW

NORTH SEA HOLES

NOW I'M EASY

Ninety miles form Dublin

NINETY-EIGHT

Nineteen eighty four

NELL FLAHERTY'S DRAKE

NELSON'S FAREWELL

NO IRISH NEED APPLY

Nonesuch

Nancy Whiskey

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