Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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Raglan Road
Ramblin's Irish Man
Rare oul' times, The
Ratcliff Highway
Rattlin' Bog
Reason For It Al l
Recruiting Sergeant
Red is the rose
Red Rose Cafe
Red Yo Yo
Redmond O'Hanlon
Reel In The Flickering Light
Regular Army, Oh
Reilly's daughter (1)
Reilly's daughter (2)
Reluctant patriot, The
Republican guns
Riding The High Stool
Rifles of the IRA, The
Ringsend Rose
Rising of the moon, The
Road To Gundagai
Road To The Isles
Rock on Rockal
Rocks of Bawn, The l
Rocky road to Dublin, The
Roddy McCorley
Roger Casement
Róisin dubh
Roll of honour, The
Rolling Hills Of The Border
Rory Murphy
Rose Of Allendale
Rose of Mooncoin, The
Rose of Tralee, The
Roses Of Prince Charlie
Rosin the beau
Rosin' The Bow
Rothsay-O
Rovin Journeyman
Rubber Bullet

Total lyrics: 41

THE ROAD TO GUNDAGAI

Oh we started out from Roto, when the sheds had all cut out
We'd whips and whips of money as we meant to push about;
So we humped our blueys serenely and made for Sydney town,
With a three-spot check between us as wanted knocking down.

Chorus:
And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai,
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri;
And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.

Well, we struck the Murumbidgee near the Yanco in a week,
And passed through old Narrandera, and crossed the Burnett Creek;
And we never stopped at Wagga, for we'd Sydney in our eye,
And we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.

Well, I've seen a lot of girls, my lads, and drunk a lot of beer,
And I've met with some of both as has left me pretty queer.
But for beer to knock you sideways and for girls to make you cry,
You should camp at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.

Well, we chucked our flamin' wags off and we walked into the bar
And we called for rum and raspberry and a shilling each cigar;
But the girl that served the poison, she winked at Bill and I,
So we camped at Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.

In a week the spree was over, and our check was all knocked down,
So we shouldered our Matildas and we turned our backs on town.
And the girls stood us a nobblers as we sadly said goodbye,
And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.

Last Chorus:
Yes we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai,
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri;
And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai.

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ROAD TO THE ISLES

A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromack to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

Chorus:
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.

It's by Shiel water the track is to the west
By Aillort* and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.

Chorus

The blue islands are pullin' me away
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame;
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis**
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.

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RINGSEND ROSE

In Dublin Town there lived a girl
Fairer than the flower I'm wearin'
Rose Donoghue--all fresh and new
And I love her past all carin'

Chorus:
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
In God's Garden there's none rarer
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
Dublin Town has seen none fairer

Sweet seventeen, my seamstress queen
She's no bigger than a thimble
Soft satin skin, street Arab's grin
Sure she makes the work looks simple

Chorus:
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
In God's Garden there's none rarer
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
Dublin Town has seen none fairer

Three yards of lace to walk with grace
And the golden ring she's askin'
The savin's slow--ah but still I know
That our love is ever-lasting

Chorus:
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
In God's Garden there's none rarer
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
Dublin Town has seen none fairer
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
In God's Garden there's none rarer
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
Dublin Town has seen none fairer

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RIDING THE HIGH STOOL

I was riding the high stool, expandin' and expoundin',
On the price of rice in Sierra Leone and the height of the beef mountain.
As to where did Jack Doyle meet Movita. How many wives did the Aga Khan.
Dismountin' from my high horse, I couldn't find the handle of the bar room door!

Yeah sure I knew it all then up again' the counter,
I'd weigh you up in ten seconds flat.
Ya see I was a great judge of character, my instincts always tellin' me exactly what kinda guy I got.
'Til I turned to go that is, whereupon I couldn't tell my arse from my well-bent elbow.

I was heading down the streets of Laredo singin' Red Sails in the Sunset,
Sure it was no wonder, we knew it all then.
Twas like drinkin' porter off a sore leg sez Ber Murphy.
"Would ye ever ask me bollix", sez Kenny Barry.

I showed them the colour of me money when I got back from Katanga,
There's no business like show business sez Titch Maher in Flood's bar.
After snaggin' turnips for the Holy Fathers,
But after it got dark, much later; down by the Pinkeen Bridge. I cried buckets in the river,
When Mickser sang "Oh gentle Swallows"…….oh gentle swallows

For knowin' it all is a lonely place to be. Yet still I found it very hard to say,
"Hey man, this load is too much for me, til I was completely terrified.
Whereupon a light ship came upon my way, and caught me in its beam.
Before I went under, yet again, for the very last time.

I was ridin' the high stool, expandin' and expoundin'.
Swimming in the wine lakes and climbing the beef mountains.
Ridin' the high stool expandin' and expoundin',
On the price of rice in Sierra Leone and the height of the beef mountain.
Ridin' the high stool expandin' and expoundin'….

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RED YO YO

Wee Anne took her yo-yo, to School she did go though, she shouldna hae taen it at a',
It fell oot her haun', and it rolled on the grun', and it went through a hole in the wa',

Chorus:
Did ye find a red yo-yo, red yo-yo, red yo-yo,
Did ye find a red yo-yo wi' a wee yella string.

The darin' wee Annie, She went tae the jannie, adecent wee man as a rule,
It's pleasin' tae tell, That he rang on his bell, And asked every wean in the school,

Chorus

The kids left their pencils and papers and stencils to knock on the doors a' aroon.
And as they went rapping and ringing and chapping they asked a' the folk o' the toon.
Chorus

The polis soon learned and they were so concerned that they left a' their murders aside,
The whole of the force was alerted of course, and they went on the telly and cried.

Chorus

All over the country the common and gentry were watching their big T.V. screen,
Things really got gaun' some when President Johnson received an appeal from the Queen.

Chorus

The wires they were tremblin' when he phoned the Kremlin to ask aboot Annie's yoyo,
But Kosygin agreed with the greatest of speed. "Sio phonvo orchen strativichen.' (whatever it means)

Chorus

In Peking and Paris and a' round the Barras the people they searched high and low,
Till finally Annie announced that her Granny had bought her another yo-yo.

Last Chorus:
And it was a red yo-yo, red yo-yo, red yo-yo,
And it was a red yo-yo wi' a wee yellow string.

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Redmond O'Hanlon

There was a man lived in the North a hero brave and bold
Who robbed the wealthy Landlords of their sliver and their gold
He gave the money to the poor to pay their rent and fee
Count Redmond O'Hanlon the gallant rapparee

Chorus:
Then Hurrah for Count O'Hanlon, Redmond O'Hanlon
Hurrah for Count O'Hanlon, the gallant rapparee

He had a noble big black horse that was his joy and pride
A brace of loaded pistol he carried at his side
He roamed the hills and valleys, with a spirit wild and free
Count Redmond O'Hanlon the gallant rapparee

Chorus

Twas high upon Slieve Gullion Brae's he used to ply his trade
And Squire Johnson from the Fews this handsome offer made
He said, "I'll give 100 pounds to hang him from a tree."
But not a man in all the land would sell the rapparee

Chorus

They sent the soldiers after him to try and bring him back
But O'Hanlon only laughed at them upon the mountain's track
And while the soldiers slept that night upon the mountain gorse
He stole their guns and road away upon his noble horse

Chorus

Twas back in 1681 when Count O'Hanlon died
And still along Slieve Gullion slopes they speak of him with pride
And anyone will tell you from Rathfriland to Forkhill
That in the silence of the night you'll see him riding still

Chorus
Chorus

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THE REEL IN THE FLICKERING LIGHT

As I was walking home one evening I know this takes some believing
I met a group of creatures with the strangest looking features
A poor old dog and a worm and a weed and a fine old pigeon yes indeed
Then the Daddy Longlegs jumped up sprightly and danced to the reel in the flickering light
Round we go heel to the toe
Then the Daddy Longlegs jumped up sprightly and danced to the reel in the flickering light

On his thin and wispy spindles he was deft and he was nimble
He eyes were scientific and his dancin' was terrific
The rats and the worms they made a din and the nettles in the corner took it in
Oh God sez I tonight's the night we'll dance to reel in the flickering light
Round we go heel to the toe
Oh God sez I tonight's the night we'll dance to reel in the flickering light

Then he looked at me directly with a gaze that could dissect me
And he asked me in a whisper "Have you got any sisters?"
"Good God Almighty," sez I to him, "What sort of a man do you think I am,"
"I've only one she's not your type; she wouldn't dance a reel in the flickering light."
Round we go heel to the toe
"I've only one she's not your type; she wouldn't dance a reel in the flickering light."

Sez he "Does she come from another planet? Does she have a bee in her bonnet?"
"Does she do her daily duties? You never know we might be suited."
And the rats and the worms began to laugh and some of them started shufflin' off
We're goin' to have some fun tonight gettin' ready for the reel in the flickering light
Round we go heel to the toe
We're goin' to have some fun tonight gettin' ready for the reel in the flickering light

I could see he had no scruples as I looked into his pupils
They were purple or magenta like a statue during Lent
I said I'll get her right away "Good man," sez he, "now don't delay."
We're goin' to have some fun tonight and he flipped his legs in the flickering light
Round we go heel to the toe
We're goin' to have some fun tonight and he flipped his legs in the flickering light

Then up stepped a red carnation and they gave her an ovation
She was warm and enchanting as she slowly started dancing
And the bright auld pigeon peeled his eye and nettles and the weeds began to sigh
Daddy Longlegs said, "My, on my, are we ready for the reel in the flickering light?"
Round we go heel to the toe
Daddy Longlegs said "My, oh my, are we ready for the reel in the flickering light?"

She gentle she was charming and I heard him call her darling
He was graceful as a whisper on his delicate legs of silver
And the rats and the worms were still as mice and the poor auld pigeon said that's nice
A shimmering veil on a lovely bride and they danced to the reel in the flickering light
Round we go heel to the toe
A shimmering veil on a lovely bride and they danced to the reel in the flickering light

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THE REGULAR ARMY, OH

Three years ago, this very day, I went to Governor's Isle
To stand ferinst the cannon in true military style,
Thirteen American Dollars each month we surely get,
To carry a gun and a bayonet with a military step.

Chorus:
There's Sergeant John McCafferty and Corporal Donahue
They make us march up to the crack in gallant Company Q;
The drums they roll, upon my soul, for that's the way we go
Forty miles a day on beans and hay in the Regular Army, Oh.

We had our choice of going to the army or to jail,
Or it's up the Hudson River with a cop to take a sail;
So we puckered up our courage and with bravery we did go
And we cursed the day we marched away with the Regular Army, Oh!

The captain's name was Murphy, of "decent French descent"
Sure he knew all the holy words in the Hebrew testament;
And when he said to Hogan: "Just move your feet a foot,"
Sure, Hogan jumped a half a mile on Sergeant Riley's boot.

The best of all the officers is Second Lieutenant McDuff;
Of smoking cigarettes and sleep he never got enough.
Says the captain, "All we want of you is to go to Reveille,
And we'll let the first sergeant run the company."

There's corns upon me feet, me boy, and bunions on me toes,
And lugging a gun in the red hot sun puts freckles on me nose
And if you want a furlough to the captain you do go,
And he says, "Go to bed and wait till you're dead in the Regular Army, Oh"

We went to Arizona for to fight the Indians there;
We were nearly caught bald-headed but they didn't get our hair
We lay among the ditches in the dirty yellow mud,
And we never saw an onion, a turnip or a spud.

We were captured by the Indians and brought ferinst the chafe
Says he, "We'll have an Irish stew," the dirty Indian thief.
On the telegraphic wire we skipped to Mexico,
And we blessed the day we marched away from the Regular Army, Oh!

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ROLLING HILLS OF THE BORDER

Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can here the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never will know
Than the rolling hills of the Borders

I traveled far and wandered wide
I've seen the Hudson and the Clyde
I wandered by Loch Lomond side
But I dearly love the Borders

Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can here the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never will know
Than the rolling hills of the Borders

Oft do I remember the day
When wi' my love I strolled by the Tay
But all its beauty fades away
Among the hills of the Borders

Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can here the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never will know
Than the rolling hills of the Borders

There's a certain peace of mind
Bonny lassies there you will find
Men so strong and men so kind
Among the hills of the Borders

Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can here the bonny Tweed flow
A sweeter place I never will know
Than the rolling hills of the Borders
The rolling hills of the Borders

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RORY MURPHY

Chorus:
Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy, piper o' Dumbarton

Now Rory was a piper guid
As ever came o' Hieland blood
And lowland buddies' hearts aye glowed
To the tunes of Rory Murphy

He filled the warriors' breasts wi' fire
He pleased the heart o' sage and sire
Made the listening groups admire
As he gae'd through Dumbarton

His beard was made o' lammer gloss
His sparkling eye as black's a sloe's
His cheeks were fresher than the rose
And the nose as red's a partan

When Rory drank an extra gill
He made his chanter sound so shrill
You'd hear him on Ben Lomond hill
As clear as in Dumbarton

But whisky proved to him a fey
While stottering hame mair drunk each day
Fell tapsalteerie doon the brae
That left him deid for certain

Nae mair he'll blow his Highland drones
Nae mair we'll hear his witching tones
His banes lie cauld beneath the stones
In the kirkyard o' Dumbarton

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THE ROSE OF ALLENDALE

The morn was fair, the sky was clear, no breath came o'er the sea
When Mary left her Heiland cot and wandered forth with me
Though flowers decked the mountain side and fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Twas the Rose of Allendale, twas the Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

Where e'er I wandered east or west, though fate began to lo'er
A solace still was she to me in sorrow's lonely hour
When tempest lashed our gallant barge and rent her shivering sail
One maiden form withstood the storm, the Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Twas the Rose of Allendale, twas the Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

And when my fevered lips were parched on Africa's burning sand
She whispered hopes of happiness and tales of distant lands
My life had been a wilderness, unblessed by fortune's gale
Had fate not linked my love to hers, the Rose of Allendale

Chorus:
Twas the Rose of Allendale, twas the Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale
Twas the Rose of Allendale, twas the Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Allendale

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ROSES OF PRINCE CHARLIE

Chorus:
Come now; gather now, here where the flowers grow
White is the blossom as the snow on the bend
Here now, freedom's call, we'll make a solemn vow
Now by the Roses of Prince Charlie

Fight again at Bannockburn your battle-axe to wield
Fight by your grand sire on Floddin's bloody field
Fight at Calouden the bonnie prince to shield
Fight by the Roses of Prince Charlie

Chorus:
Come now; gather now, here where the flowers grow
White is the blossom as the snow on the bend
Here now, freedom's call, we'll make a solemn vow
Now by the Roses of Prince Charlie

Spirits of the banished in far and distant lands
Carved out the new world with sweat, blood and hands
Return now in glory and on the silver sand
Fight by the Roses of Prince Charlie

Chorus:
Come now; gather now, here where the flowers grow
White is the blossom as the snow on the bend
Here now, freedom's call, we'll make a solemn vow
Now by the Roses of Prince Charlie

Take your strength from the green fields, blanket, peat and cove
Ships from the Clyde have a Nation in their hold
The water of life some men need to make them bold
Black gold and fishes from the sea man

Chorus:
Come now; gather now, here where the flowers grow
White is the blossom as the snow on the bend
Here now, freedom's call, we'll make a solemn vow
Now by the Roses of Prince Charlie
Repeat Chorus

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RATCLIFF HIGHWAY

As I was a-walking down London, through Wapping to Ratcliffe Highway,
I chanced to step into an alehouse to spend a long night and a day.
A young doxy came rolling up to me and asked if I'd money to sport.
A bottle of wine, change a guinea, I quickly replied that's the sort.'

The bottle was placed on the table with glasses for every one;
When I asked for the change of my guinea she gave me the verse of a song.
The old woman she flew in a passion, and placed her two hands on her hip,
Saving: 'Young man, you don't know our fashion. You think you're on board of your ship.'

'If that is your fashion, to rob me, it's a fashion I don't much admire.
So tip me the change of my guinea, or a broadside into you I'll fire.'
The bottle that stood on the table I quick at her head did let fly,
And down on the ground she did tumble and loudly for mercy did cry.
The gold watch that hung on the mantel I into my pocket did slip;
And, darn my old shoes, didn't I trick her, and soon got aboard of my ship.
Our anchor being weighed at our bow, boys, our topsails being well sheeted home,
We soon bid adieu to fair London, and all the flash girls in the town.

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A REASON FOR IT ALL

Summer smiling on the city, it's another lovely day in Sydney
Sunshine pouring down like honey in a golden water fall
But in the room where Claire is dying, no sunshine sends the shadows flying
No children gather round her crying there's no one there at all
Except perhaps for the man who sees each little sparrow fall
Don't talk to me 'bout lonely souls crying
Dark quiet rooms and old people dying
I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear it at all
Tired old people die alone every day
Don't blame me I didn't make it that way
That's just how it is don't look for no reason at all

Winter weepin' on the city a wet and windy day in Sydney
Raindrops fallin' fat and heavy down Claire's window pane
Disturbs the rats as they are feedin', back to their nest they all go creepin'
Leavin' Claire alone again . . . it's been a long and lonely time since Claire could hear the rain
Don't talk to me about the meaning of
Don't sing your songs that cut like a knife
I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear it at all
Lonely old people ain't my concern
From dust we come, to dust we return
And that's all there is, don't look for a reason for it all

Springtime's come at last to Sydney the flowers are bloomin' in the city
In all their multi-colored glory they rise to meet the year
Memories in shame recallin' footsteps on the front porch fallin'
Voices through the window callin' "Is anybody there?"
Claire Campbell's lost and lonely soul is a long, long way from here
Don't talk to me about life's seasons
Don't ask me for answers, don't ask me for reasons
I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear it at all
From the moment we're born we start to die
And a man can go crazy if he keeps askin' why
That's just how it is; don't look for a reason for it all

Can't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
There must be a reason, there must be a way
To make some sense of it, to try to find a reason for it all
We're not born just so we can die
There must be an answer, and we've got to try
To make some sense of it, to try to find a reason for it all

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THE RECRUITING SERGEANT

A recruiting sergeant come through the streets of Rochester
Home from the wars in the low country
And he sang as he marched and he played upon his kettle drum
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me
Who'll be a soldier, who'll be a soldier
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me
And he sang as he marched and he played upon his kettle drum
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me

For the Queen she has ordered fresh troupes for the continent
To fight 'gainst the French in the low country
So if you be rover all in a scarlet uniform
Come be a soldier for Marlborough and me
Come be a soldier, Come be a soldier for Marlborough and me,
Come be a soldier for Marlborough and me
So if you be rover all in a scarlet uniform
Come be a soldier for Marlborough and me

Oh, not I said the butcher, not I said the mason
Most of the people they would agree
To be paid in the powder and rattle of the cannon ball
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee
Wages for soldiers, Wages for soldiers,
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee
To be paid in the powder and rattle of the cannon ball
Wages for soldiers for Marlborough and thee

"Ah I," said the young man, "have long endured the Parish dues
No more charity for the likes of me
Starvation and danger, they shall be my destiny
I'll take the Queen's shilling for Marlborough and thee
I'll take the Queen's shilling; I'll take the Queen's shilling,
I'll take the Queen's shilling for Marlborough and thee
Starvation and danger, they shall be my destiny
I'll take the Queen's shilling for Marlborough and thee

So forty recruits marched through the streets of Rochester
Bound for the wars in the low country
And they sang as they marched through those crowded streets of Rochester
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me
Who'll be a soldier, who'll be a soldier
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me
And they sang as they marched through those crowded streets of Rochester
Who'll be a soldier for Marlborough and me

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THE RED ROSE CAFE

Oh, they come from the farms and the factories too
And they all soon forget who they are
The cares of the day are soon washed away
As they sit at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stone shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man on the end is a very good friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand

Chorus:
Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is so happy to be there

The salesmen relax with a few pints of beer
They try and not speak about trade
The poet won't write any verses tonight
But he may sing a sweet serenade
The great tarot man, the piano will play
All the songs that you're wanting to hear
And the pretty young thing doesn't know how to sing
But the customers give her a cheer

Outside in the real world the rage is still on
It's all gone a little bit mad
Now in circles we go so it's good to know
Of a place where good times can be had
So pull up a chair and forget about life
It's a good thing to do now and then
And if you like it here I have an idea
Tomorrow we'll all meet again

Chorus:
Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is so happy to be there
Repeat Chorus

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ROTHSAY-O

One Hogmany at Glesca' Fair, There was me, my'sel' and' sev'ral mair
And we all went off tae hae a tear, and spend the night in Rothsay-o
We wandered thru the Broomielaw Thru frost and rain and hail and snaw
And at forty minutes after twa we'd got the length of Rothsay-o

Chorus:
Diddum a doo a dum a day, diddum a doo a dy dum do
Diddum a doo a dum a day, the night we went tae Rothsay-o.

A soldier lad named Ru'glen Will, wha' regiment's lyin' at Barn Hill
He went off wi' a tanner to get a gill in a public hoose in Rothsay-o
Says he: "I think I'd like to sing." Says I "y'll no do sic a thing!"ldquo;
So clear the room and I'll make a ring and I'll fecht y'all in Rothsay-o!"

Chorus:
Diddum a doo a dum a day, diddum a doo a dy dum do
Diddum a doo a dum a day, the night we went tae Rothsay-o.

In search of lodgin's we did slide to find a place where we could bide
There was eighty-twa of us inside in a single room in Rothsay-o!
We all lay doon t'take our ease, when somebody happened for to sneeze
And he wakened half a million fleas in a lodgin' hoose in Rothsay-o!

Chorus:
Diddum a doo a dum a day, diddum a doo a dy dum do
Diddum a doo a dum a day, the night we went tae Rothsay-o.

There were several different kinds of bugs, some had feet like dyer's clogs
And they sat on the bed and they cockit their lugs and cried:
"Hurrah! for Rothsay-o!" Says I: "I think it's time to slope!" for the polis wouldn'a let us stop,
So we went and joined the Band O'Hope and said farewell tae Rothsay-o!

Chorus:
Diddum a doo a dum a day, diddum a doo a dy dum do
Diddum a doo a dum a day, the night we went tae Rothsay-o.

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THE ROVIN' JOURNEYMAN

I am a rovin' journeyman I roam from town to town
And whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit doon
My kit's all on my shoulder and my graftin' tool in hand
And around the country I will go a rovin' journeyman
Whenever I come tae Glasgow toon the lassies jump for joy
Say one unto the other "Well here comes a rovin' boy"
Some treat me to a bottle and the others to a dram
And the toast goes round the table "Health unto the journeyman"

Chorus:
Wi' yer linten addie, toorin' addie linten addie
Tooral linten addie tooral linten addie aye
Pots and pans and helping hands will see you thru the day
Gie a penny to the journeyman tae help him on his way

I hadnae been in Glasgow toon a week but barely three
Before the provost's daughter went and fell in love wi' me
She asked me for to dine wi' her and took me by the hand
And she proudly told her mother that she loved the journeyman
Ach! away ye go ye sill maid, I'll hear ye speak no more
How can ye love a journeyman ye've never seen before?
Mother sweet i do entreat I love him all I can
And around the country I will go tae see my journeyman

Chorus

Ye'll need nae mair tae trudge on foot ye'll hae a horse and pair
My wealth with thee and poverty contented I will share
So overflow the flowing bowl and drain it if ye can
Toast the provost's daughter and the roving journeyman
I am a rovin' journeyman I roam from town to town
And whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit doon
My kit's all on my shoulder and my graftin' tool in hand
And around the country I will go a rovin' journeyman

Chorus

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RUBBER BULLETS

Chorus:
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can
Three inches wide, six inches long, take 'em home to you oul man
It's an instrument of torture to break your leg in two
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leaves you black and blue

When you've had your fill of CS gas behind the barricade
And served your time with half bricks, you've learned a brand new trade
Fighting for your freedom, the dignity of man
Look out for rubber bullets, the Army's latest plan

Chorus

If your family's going hungry, curfew needn't break your heart
The Army's solved your problem; you can bake a rubber tart
When you're under house arrest and your nerves are getting frayed
The prescription rubber bullets fired underneath the bed

Chorus

Don't forget the highway code when crossing of the street
A bullet doing ninety could leave obsolete
Watch when stepping off the curb, I'm being quite sincere
A bullet in a proper place could leave you feeling queer

Chorus

When a soldier says he loves you behind the barricade
Look out for rubber bullets and grab his red cockade
The bullet's meant to stun you, be careful how you bend
If it breaks a leg or two the Army will commend

Chorus

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Republican Guns

And I would dream of how proud they felt back in "16"
Still remember the fright when the UDA came in the middle of the night
Right then I knew that I was destined to throw every brick that I threw

CHORUS
If you listen you can hear....the sound of the drums
But as long as they're here...you'll hear Republican Guns

How many years, must the English bathe in Irish tears
How many must die, as the coffins pass the mothers cry
The day will come, when the children never hear the sound of a drum
The day will come, when the children never fear the sound of a gun

CHORUS

Was it your son, among the strikers who died back in "81"
And how would you feel, if it was your father that the soldiers had killed
If it was, you would gladly give your life to the cause
With your last breath you'd shout
Peace will never come until the English are out!

CHORUS

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Rosin' The Bow

I’ve traveled this wide world all over
And now to another I go.
And I know the good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.

To welcome old Rosin the Bow. (x2)
And I know the good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.

When I’m dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below,
Saying “Send down a hogshead of whisky
To drink with old Rosin the Bow.

To drink with old Rosin the Bow”. (x2)
Saying “Send down a hogshead of whisky
To drink with old Rosin the Bow”.

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And line them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow

To the memory of Rosin the Bow (x2)
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And line them all stagger and go
And let ‘em dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.

And in it put Rosin the Bow. (x2)
Let ‘em dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.

Then get ye a couple of bottles.
Put one at me head and me toe.
With a diamond ring scratched upon ‘em
The name of old Rosin the Bow.

The name of old Rosin the Bow. (x2)
With a diamond ring scratched upon ‘em
The name of old Rosin the Bow.

I feel that grim reaper approaching,
That cruel remorseless old foe,
And I lift up me glass in his honour.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.

Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow. (x2)
And I lift up me glass in his honour.
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.

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Rattlin' Bog

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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Raglan Road

On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day'

On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
Song text taken from stlyrics.com
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such
By such is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That had I loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day

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Ramblin’ Irishman

I am a ramblin’ Irishman
It’s Ulster I was born in
And manys the happy hour I spent
On the banks of sweet Loch Erin
Ah but to live poor I could not endure
Like others of my station
To America I sailed away
And left this Irish nation

Rie tan tah na nah tan tan na nah
rie tan tan a noo tan a tan deh

The night before I went away
I spent it with my darlin
From 2 o’clock in the afternoon
Til the break of day next morning
And when that we were going for to part
We linked in each other’s arm
And you may be sure, ah and very very sure
It’s wounded both her charms

Rie….

The very first night I spent on board
I dreamt about my Nancy
I dreamt I held her in my arms
And it’s well she pleased my fancy
Ah, but in the morning when I awoke
And I found my bosom empty
Ah you may be sure, and very very sure
That I lay discontented

Rie….

Ah but when we reached the other side
We both stout and healthy
We dropped our anchor in the bay
Going down to Philadelphie
Let every lass link with her lad
Blue jacket and white trousers
Let every lad link with his lass
Blue petticoat and white blousers

Tan tan na nah….. (repeat first verse…)

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RIFLES OF THE IRA, THE

   In nineteen hundred and sixteen
   The forces of the crown,
   For to take Orange, White, and Green
   Bombarded Dublin Town
   But in '21, Britannia's sons
   Were forced earn their pay, when
   The black and tans, like lightening ran
   From the Rifles of the IRA!

   They burned their way through Munster,
   Then laid Leinster on the rack.
   Through Connaught, and through Ulster
   Marched the men in brown and black.
   They shot down wives and children
   In their own heroic way, but
   The black and tans, like lightening ran
   From the Rifles of the IRA!

   They hanged young Kevin Barry high
   Just a lad of eighteen years
   Cork City's flames lit up in the sky
   But our brave lads new no fear
   The Cork brigade with hand-grenades
   In ambush wait and lay, and
   The black and tans, like lightening ran
   From the Rifles of the IRA!

   The tans were got, taken out and shot
   By a brave and valiant few
   Sean Treacy, Dinny Lacey,
   And Tom Barry's gallant crew
   Though we're not free yet,
   We won't forget,
   Until our dying day, how
   The black and tans, like lightening ran
   From the Rifles of the IRA!

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ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN, THE

In the merry month of May from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother
Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
In a bran'new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,

cho: One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky roaad, and all the ways to Dublin
Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
That's an frishman's cure, whene'er he's on for drinking,
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling,
They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required,
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
Enquiring for the rogue, they said my Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away my spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin'
When off to Holyhead I wished myself was dead,
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.

The bovs of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin'
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah my soul!" sez I, my shillelagh I let fly,
Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud Hurrah, they joined in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.

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ROCKS OF BAWN, THE

Come all ye loyal heroes and listen on to me.
Don't hire with any farmer till you know what your work will be
You will rise up early in the morning from the clear day light till the dawn
and you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

My shoes they are worn and my stockings they are thin
My heart is always trembling now for fear they might give in
My heart is always trembling now from clear daylight till the dawn
And I never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

Rise up, gallant Sweeney, and get your horses hay
And give them a good feed of oats before they start away
Don't feed them on soft turnip sprigs that grow on your green lawn
Or they never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

My curse upon you, Sweeney boy, you have me nearly robbed
You're sitting by the fireside now, your feet upon the hob
You're sitting by the fireside now, from clear daylight till dawn
And you never will be able for to plough the Rocks of Bawn

I wish the Sergeant-Major would send for me in time
And place me in some regiment all in my youth and prime
I'd fight for Ireland's glory now, from the clear daylight till dawn
Before I would return again to plough the Rocks of Bawn.

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The Roads Of Kildare

Johnny was born in a mansion, somewhere in the County of Clare
Rosie was reared by the roadside, somewhere in County Kildare
Destiny brought them together, on the road to Killorglin one day
In her bright pretty shawl she was singing,
And she stole his young heart away
And she said.....

Chorus
Meet me tonight at the camp-fire, come with me over the hill
Let us be married to-morrow, please let me whisper I will
What if the neighbours are talking
Who cares if your friends stop and stare
You'll be proud to be married to Rosie
Who was reared on the road to Kildare

Think of the parents that reared you, think of the family name
How could you marry a Gypsy? Oh what a terrible shame
Parents and friends stop your pleading, don't worry about my affair
For I've fallen in love with a Gypsy
Who was reared on the road to Kildare
And she said....

Chorus

Johnny came down from his mansion
Just as the sun was going down
Turning his back on his kin-folk, likewise on his own native town
Facing the roads of old Ireland, with the gypsy he loved so sincere
As he came to the light of the camp-fire
These are the words he could hear
And she said....

Chorus

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Rock on Rockall

Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance that you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

This rock is part of Ireland, for it' s written in folklore
That Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever it did fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.

Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
And remember that Britannia, well, - she rules the waves no more
So keep your hands off Rockall - it's Irish to the core.

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THE ROLL OF HONOUR

Read the roll of honour for Ireland's bravest men
We must be united in memory of the ten
England you're a monster, don't think that you have won
We will never be defeated while Ireland has such sons

In those dreary H-Block cages ten brave young Irishmen lay
Hungering for justice while their young lives ebbed away
For their rights as Irish soldiers and to free their native land
They stood beside their leader the gallant Bobby Sands

Now they mourn Hughes in Bellaghy, Ray McCreish in Armagh's hill
In those narrow streets of Derry they miss O'Hara still,
They so proudly gave their young lives to break Britannia's hold
Their names shall be remembered as history unfolds

Chorus

Through the war torn streets of Ulster the black flags did sadly wave
To salute ten Irish martyrs, the bravest of the brave
Joe McDonnell, Martin Hurson, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Doherty
They gave their lives for freedom with Thomas McElwee

Michael Devine from Derry you were the last to die
With your nine brave companions, with the martyred dead you lie
Your souls cry out "Remember, our deaths are not in vain
Fight on and make our homeland a nation once again"

Chorus

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ROGER CASEMENT

A lonely wave is breaking on the rocky Antrim shore
And the sighing winds are a keening oe'r the water's solemn roar
The seabirds sweep to Heaven with a loud and piercing wail
'Tis the passing knell of one who dies in a lonely English jail

Along the sweltering Congo swamps, a ghastly silence falls
And the jungle trees hang lifeless like a thousand funeral palls
And dark-skinned men a heavy with a fear they cannot name
While their gentle friend is lead to death with mockery and shame

Ah, lordly Roger Casement you gave all a man could give
that Justice be unmocked at and that liberty might live
But you hurt the high and mighty ones in pocket and in pride
And that is why they hated you and that is why you died

They stripped you of your honours and they hounded you to death
And their blood lust was not sated when you gasped your dying breath
They tried to foul your memory as they fouled your corpse with lime
But God is not an Englishman and truth will tell with time

Ah, gentle Roger Casement you have blessed us in your death
They have tried to blot you from our minds, but we shall not forget
Your cause will be triumphant and when slavery's night is oe'r
Your bones shall rest, your last request, on your rocky native shore

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RARE OUL' TIMES, THE

Based on songs and stories, heroes of renown
Are the passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes
That once was Dublin city in the rare old times

Chorus:
Ring a-ring a-Rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare oul' times

My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory
And I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul

The years have made me bitter, tha gargle dims my brain
'cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the great unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town
Fare thee fell sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the Quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare old times

Chorus

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RED IS THE ROSE

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever

Chorus:
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever

Chorus

It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever

Chorus

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REILLY'S DAUGHTER (1)

As I was sitting by the fire
Eating spuds and drinking porter
Suddenly a thought came into my mind
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter

Chorus:
Giddy i-ae Giddy i-ae
Giddy i-ae for the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy i-ae (bang bang bang)
Play it on your old bass drum

Reilly played on the big bass drum
Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright red glittering eye
And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter

Chorus

Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
The colonel and the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy too
But they never had a chance with Reilly's daughter

Chorus

I got me a ring and a parson too
Got me a scratch in a married quarter
Settled me down to a peaceful life
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter

Chorus

Suddenly a footstep on the stairs
Who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter
With two pistols in his hands
Looking for the man who had married his daughter

Chorus

I caught old Reilly by the hair
Rammed his head in a pail of water
Fired his pistols into the air
A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter

Chorus

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REILLY'S DAUGHTER (2)

As I was sitting by the fire
Talking to O'Reilly's daughter
Suddenly a thought came into my head
I'd like to marry O'Reilly's daughter

Chorus:
Giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay, giddy-i-ay
For the one eyed Reilly Giddy-i-ay (*clap *clap *clap)
Bang it on yer oul' bass drum

Reilly played on the big bass drum
Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright red glittering eye
And he kept that eye on his lovely daughter

Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
The colonel & the major & the captain sought her
The sergeant & the private & the drummer boy too
But they never had a chance with Reilly's daughter

I got me a ring & parson too
Got me a scratch in a married quarter
Settled me down to a peaceful life
Happy as a king with Reilly's daughter

Suddenly a foot step on the stair
Who whould it be but Reilly out for slaughter
With two pistols in his hands
Looking for the man who had married his daughter

I caught Old Reilly by the hair
Rammed his head in a pail of water
Fired his pistols in the air
A damned sight quicker than I married his daughter

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RELUCTANT PATRIOT, THE

"Oh Paddy dear, and did hear the awful things they say?
Princess Margret and Lord Snowden, they have joined the IRA
They are drilling in the mountains to the sounds of fife and drum
Young Tony's taking snapshots while young Maggie fires the gun!"
While young Maggie fires the gun, while young Maggie fires the gun
Young Tony's taking snapshots while young Maggie fires the gun

When the news reached Mother England filled the good queen with delight
She reared upon Prince Phillip in the middle of the night
Said she, "Get you your Rolls-Royce out, and get you ready quick and soon
For we must reach dear ould Ireland by the rising of the moon!"
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For we must reach dear ould Ireland by the rising of the moon

When the news reached Dublin Castle De Valera danced for joy
"Ah said he, "That Jones De camera, he's a decent Irish boy
And the dear one Princess Margret, that Ireland's sweet colleen
I knew her uncle very well, he came from Skibbereen"
He came from Skibbereen, he came from Skibbereen
I knew her uncle very well, he came from Skibbereen

"Oh then Paddy dear and did you hear there's trouble in the land
For the Queen and De Valera are walking hand in hand
And the most disgraceful thing me boys, that you have ever seen
Was Prince Pillip playing polo on an ass in Stephen's Green
On an ass in Stephen's Green, on an ass in Stephen's Green
Prince Phillip's playing polo on an ass in Stephen's Green

Rule Britannia!
The leader of our gang!
Five Chinese crackers up your bum
Go bang bang bang bang bang!

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RISING OF THE MOON, THE

"O then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so"
"Hush, me Bouchall, hush and listen," and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the risin' of the moon

Chorus:
At the rising of the moon, oh the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

"O then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin' is to be"
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon"

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through that night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light
Murmurs passed along the valleys, like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon

There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen
Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, forward, strike the marching tune
And hurrah, my boys, for freedom, tis the rising of the moon

Well, they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety eight
Yes, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon

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RODDY McCORLEY

Oh, see the fleet-foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan
From farmstead and from thresher's cot along the banks of the Bann
They come with vengeance in their eyes too late, too late are they
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

Up the narrow streets he stepped smiling proud and young
About the hemp rope around his neck his golden ringlets clung
Oh, there is never a tear in his blue eyes both sad and bright are they
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

When he last stepped up that street his shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band
For Antrim town, for Antrim town, he led them to the fray
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

There is never a one of all your dead, more bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate on the Bridge of Tomb today
True to the last! True to the last! He treads the upward way
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

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RÓISIN DUBH

A Róisín, ná bíodh brón ort ná chás anois
tá do phárdún ó'n Róimh agus ó'n bPápa agat
tá na bráithre ag teacht thar
sáile agus ag tríall thar muir
'S ni ceilfear fíon Spáinneach ar mo Róisín Dubh

Tá grá agam i mo lár dhuit le blíain anois
grá cráite, grá cásmhar, grá ciapaithe
grá a d'fhág mé gan sláinte, gan rían, gan ruith
is go bráth, bráth, gan aon fháil a
leagadh ar mo Róisín Dubh

Beidh an Éirne ina tuilte dearga 's an spéir 'na fuil
beidh an saol ina choghadh craorach is réadfar chnoic
beidh gach gleann sléibhe ar fuid Éireann
agus móinte ar crith, la eigin
sula n-eagfaidh mo Róisín Dubh

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ROSE OF MOONCOIN, THE

How sweet is to roam by the sunny Shure stream
And hear the doves coo 'neath the morning sunbeam
Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes entwine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin

Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the rose of Mooncoin

Oh Molly, dear Molly, it breaks my fond heart
To know that we two forever must part
I'll think of you Molly while sun and moon shine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin

Then here's to the Shure with its valley so fair
As oftimes we wandered in the cool morning air
Where the roses are blooming and lilies entwine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin

Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the rose of Mooncoin

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ROSE OF TRALEE, THE

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in beautiful vale of Tralee
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary all smiling was listening to me
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee
Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no! 'Twas the the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee

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ROSIN THE BEAU

I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Beau
To drink with old Rosin the Beau
To drink with old Rosin the Beau
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Beau

Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Beau
And in it put Rosin the Beau
And in it put Rosin the Beau
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Beau

Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Beau
The name of old Rosin the Beau
The name of old Rosin the Beau
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Beau

I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau

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Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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THE ROAD TO GUNDAGAI

ROAD TO THE ISLES

RINGSEND ROSE

RIDING THE HIGH STOOL

RED YO YO

Redmond O'Hanlon

THE REEL IN THE FLICKERING LIGHT

THE REGULAR ARMY, OH

ROLLING HILLS OF THE BORDER

RORY MURPHY

THE ROSE OF ALLENDALE

ROSES OF PRINCE CHARLIE

RATCLIFF HIGHWAY

A REASON FOR IT ALL

THE RECRUITING SERGEANT

THE RED ROSE CAFE

ROTHSAY-O

THE ROVIN' JOURNEYMAN

RUBBER BULLETS

Republican Guns

Rosin' The Bow

Rattlin' Bog

Raglan Road

Ramblin’ Irishman

RIFLES OF THE IRA, THE

ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN, THE

ROCKS OF BAWN, THE

Rock on Rockall

THE ROLL OF HONOUR

ROGER CASEMENT

RARE OUL' TIMES, THE

RED IS THE ROSE

REILLY'S DAUGHTER (1)

REILLY'S DAUGHTER (2)

RELUCTANT PATRIOT, THE

RISING OF THE MOON, THE

RODDY McCORLEY

RÓISIN DUBH

ROSE OF MOONCOIN, THE

ROSE OF TRALEE, THE

ROSIN THE BEAU

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