Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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Take her up to Monto (1)
Take her up to Monto (2)
Take me back to Castlebar
Tara's Harp
That's An Irish Lullaby
Thirty-two Counties, The
This land is your land (Ireland)
This land is your land (Scotland)
Three flowers, The
Three leaf shamrock
Three lovely lasses
Teddy Bear Picnic
Ten brave men
Tinker, The
Tinkerman's Daughter, The
Tom Williams
Town I loved so well, The
Town Of Ballybay, The
Trip To Jerusalem
Trippin' Down To Tipp
Trooper And The Maid
True Love Knows No Reason
Tuam Beat
Twa Bonnie Maidens
Twa Corbies
Tweny men from Dublin town

Total lyrics: 26

THE TOWN OF BALLYBAY

In the town of Ballybay there was a lassie dwelling
I knew her very well and her story's worth a tellin'
Her father kept a still and he was a good distiller
But when she took to the drink well the divil wouldn't fill

Chorus:
With me ring a ding a da me ring a ding a daddi o
Me ring a ding a da whack for the daddi o

She had a wooden leg it was hollow down the middle
She used to tie a string to it and play it like a fiddle
She'd fiddle in the hall she fiddle in the alley way
She didn't give a damn she had to fiddle anyway

Chorus

She said she couldn't dance unless she had her Wellie on
And when she had it on she could dance as well as anyone
She wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy on
But when she had it on she would go as quick as anyone

Chorus

She had childer up the stairs she had childer in the brier
And another ten or twelve sittin' roarin' be the fire
She fed them on potatoes and on soup she made with nettles
And on lumps of hairy bacon that she'd boil up in the kettle

Chorus

She led a sheltered life eating porridge and black pudding
And she terrorized her man until he died right sudden
And when the husband died she was feeling very sorry
She rolled him a bag and she threw him in the quarry

Chorus
Chorus

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TRIP TO JERUSALEM

I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore; I've been on the road six months or more
Hikin', workin', travel in style; I'm a vagabond from Erin's Isle
My sunburned thumb stuck up in the air, many's the lift from here to there
Cars, buses, vans and trains, in the punishing heat, the snow and the rain

Chorus:
Whack fol the diddle fol the diro day
Whack fol the diddle fol the daro
Mrs. Dolan, your son he isn't workin'

I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town, had a drink or two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord, I missed my train through garglin' hard
Three days later in Napoli, on a Turkish boat I sailed the sea
Slept in a hot hole down below, travelin' tourist class, you know

Chorus

When the Promised Land came into sight, the customs man gave me a fright
"How much money have you got with you, Joe?" I bluffed and said, "Fifty pounds or so."
He said, "Shalom," I said, "Good day." Grabbed me guitar, got fast away
Down to the dessert then I went, digging up history and livin' in a tent

Chorus

It was in the Gulf of Aqaba, I met some Paddies and we had a fleadh
Danced through streets of Eilat Town, sang Sean South of Garryowen
I was travelin', I don't know, you pack your gear, get up and go
Leave the crack for another bout, could damn well do with a pint of stout

Chorus

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TRIPPIN' DOWN TO TIPP

Oh, we've all come down to Turles armed with tent poles and guitars
To have the crack and ceili 'neath the sparkling summer stars
We're up from Cork and Kerry and we're down from Donegal
From every end of Ireland for the bayla, one and all

Chorus:
From every end of Ireland we're here let it rip
To go kissin', drinkin', smokin', dancin', trippin' down to Tipp

There's Paddy's, Ileane's, Bridie's, Margel's, Finbar's, Sean's and Tim's
O'Kelly's, Cooney's, Mooney's, Murphy's, Moran's and McGinn's
And if you close your eyes and listen you can hear the legends sing
The ghosts of Luke and Ciaran, the Irish ballad kings

Chorus

We'll cheer your man Costello, cause he's such a decent bloke
We'll laugh with old Van Morrison when he tells a solid joke
We'll waltz with Nancy Griffith and pogo with the Pogues
So let's break out with the wonder stuff and let's all take off our clothes

Chorus

And when all the music's over and all the bands are gone
Silence comes a creepin' o'er the Tipperary dawn
I'll make this solemn promise and I'll whisper it to you
I'll be at the next Trip to Tipp and I hope you'll be there too

Chorus
Chorus

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THE TROOPER AND THE MAID

A trooper lad cam' here last nicht, Wi' ridin' he was weary.
A trooper lad cam' here last nicht, Fan the moon shone bricht an' clearly.
"Bonnie lassie, I'll lienear ye noo, Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near ye,
An' I'll far a' your ribbons reel, Or the mornin' ere I leave ye."

She's ta'en his heich horse by the heid, An' she's led him to the stable,
She's gien him corn an' hay till ate, As muckle as he was able.
She's ta'en the trooper by the han', An' she's led him to her chamber,
Shes gi'en him breid an' wine to drink, An' the wine it was like amber.

She's made her bed baith lang an' wide, An' she's made it like a lady,
She's ta'en he wed coatie ower her heid, Says, "Trooper, are ye ready?"
He's ta'en aff his big top coat, Likewise his hat an' feather,
An' he's ta'en his broadsword fae his side, An' noo he's doon aside her.

They hadna' been but an oor in bed, An oor an' half a quarter,
Fan the drums cam' beatin' up the toon, An' ilka beat was faster.
It's "Up, up, up" an' oor curnel cries, It's "Up, up, up, an' away,"
It's "Up, up, up" an' oor curnel cries, "For the morn's oor battle day."

She's ta'en her wee cloakie ower her heid, An' she's followed him doon to Stirlin'
She's grown sae fu' an' she couldna boo, An' they left her in Dunferniline.
"Bonnie lassie, I maun leave ye noo, Bonnie lassie, I maun leave ye,
An' oh, but it does grieve me sair, That ever I lay sae near ye."

It's "Fan'll ye come back again, My ain dear trooper laddie,
Fan'll ye come back again, An' be your bairn's daddy?"
"O haud your tongue, by bonnie lass, Ne'er let this partin' grieve ye,
When heather cowes grow ousen bows, Bonnie lassie, I'll come an' see ye.

" Cheese an' breid for carles an' dames,
Corn an' hay for horses, Cups o' tea for auld maids,
An' bonnie lads for lasses.

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TRUE LOVE KNOWS NO REASON

Billy Gray rode into Gantry way back in '83
Where he first met with young Sarah MacLaine
The wild rose of morning the pale flower of dawning
Heralded springtime in Billy's life that day

Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality
In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw
No not her chosen one he was a hired gun
Wanted in Kansas City by the law

Then one day a tall man came riding from the badlands
That lie to north of New Mexico
He was over heard to say he was looking for Billy Gray
A wanted man and a dangerous outlaw

Well the news it came creeping to Billy fast sleeping
There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel
He ran to the old church that lies on the outskirts
Thinking he'd hide in the old steeple bell

But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay during
There in the dust of the road where he lay
Sarah ran to him she was cursing the lawman
Poor girl knew no reason except that he'd been killed

Sarah still lives in that old white framed house
Where she first met Billy some forty years ago
But the wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning
With each day of sorrow too long years have grown

And written on the stone where the dusty winds have long blown
Eighteen words to a passing world say
True knows no season no rhyme nor no reason
Justice is cold as the range in County Clare
True knows no season no rhyme nor no reason
Justice is cold as the range in County Clare

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TUAM BEAT

Once upon a golden age singing songs was all the rage
Songs of glory, songs of fun, sad songs in an older tongue
Upon my solemn oath there'd be forty verses, note for note
Here's a song that could set us free from all that oul' history

Chorus:
It's got the Tuam beat it goes sugar, sugar
And the heart speaks how your mother
And the Tuam beat it goes sugar shammin'
And the heart speaks how your mammy
Singing a song, singing a song sing the same oul' song

Stall on sham, sure you're only spoofin,
Huffin' and puffin' trying to blow the roof in
I got a 'lectric guitar picks up and tremolo arm

Chorus

A working, working, working man
Gates for Paddy's tailteann plan
The boys and girls twist and shout
Have some fun and dance about

Chorus

Quarter past eleven, off you go
Down the palace not too slow
Heaven' all across the sky
Oh God I must reply

Chorus

Tinkers minks the pavee sham
Fair play for the traveling man
His wheel broke, he settled down
He brings beauty to the town

Chorus

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Teddy Bear Picnic

If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.

For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Ev'ry teddy bear who's been good
Is sure of a treat today.
There's lots of marvelous things to eat
And wonderful games to play.

Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
Cause that's the way the teddy bears have their picnic.

If you go down to the woods today
You'd better not go alone.
It's lovely down in the woods today
But safer to stay at home.

For ev'ry bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Picnic time for teddy bears
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
And see them picnic on their holiday.

See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout;
They never have any care;

At six o'clock their mummies and daddies,
Will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little teddy bears.

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Twa Corbies

As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’ither say,
‘Where sall we gang and dine today-o?’

‘In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

‘His hound is to the hunting game,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady’s taken another mate,
So we shall mak our dinner sweet.

‘Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I’ll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We’ll, theek our nest when it grows bare.

‘Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they we bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’

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Twa Bonnie Maidens

There were twa bonnie maidens, and three bonnie maidens,
Cam' ower the Minch, and cam' ower the main,
Wi' the wind for their way and the corrie for their hame,
And they're dearly welcome tae Skye again.

Come alang, come alang, wi' your boatie and your song,
Tae my hey! bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maids!
The nicht, it is dark, and the redcoat is gane,
And you're dearly welcome tae Skye again.

There is Flora, my honey, sae neat and sae bonnie,
And ane that is tall, and handsome withall.
Put the ane for my Queen and the ither for my King
And they're dearly welcome tae Skye again.

There's a wind on the tree, and a ship on the sea,
Tae my hey! bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maids!
By the sea mullet's nest I will watch o'er the main,
And you're dearly welcome tae Skye again.

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The Tinkerman's Daughter

The small birds were lining the bleak autumn branches
Preparing to fly to a far sunny shore
When the tinkers made camp at a bend in the river
Returning from the horse fair in Ballinsloe

Now the harvest being o'er the farmer went walkin
Along the Faele River that borders his land
And 'twas there he first saw her twixt firelight and water
The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

Next morning he rose from a night without resting
He went straight to the tinker and made himself known
And at a pub in Listowell they worked out a bargain
To the tinker a pony, to the daughter a home

Where the trees cast their shadows along the Faele River
The tinker and the farmer they inspected the land
And a white gelding pony was the price they agreed on
For the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

Now the wedding soon o'er the tinkers departed
They were eager to travel on south down the road
But the sound of the iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel
Was as bitter to her as the way she'd been sold

But she tried hard to please him she did all his bidding
She slept in his bed and she worked on the land
But the walls of that cabin pressed tighter and tighter
Around the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

Now as white as the hands of a priest or the hangman
The snow spread it's blanket the next Christmas round
And the tinkerman's daughter slipped out from her bedside
Turned her back to the land and her face to the town

And it's said someone saw her at dusk that same evening
She was making her way out by Lyreacrompane
And that was the last that the settled folk saw her
The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.

When the north Kerry hills cut the Faele at Listowell
At a farm on its banks lives a bitter old man
And he swears by the shotgun he keeps by his bedside
That he'll kill any tinker that camps on his land

And yet, when he hears iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel
Or a horse in the shafts of a bright caravan
His day's work tormented, his night's sleep demented
By the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann

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TOO-A-LOO-RA-LOO-RAL That's An Irish Lullaby

Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.

Chorus:
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."

Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.

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Three Leaf Shamrock

In a dock a ship was anchored
On a bright St. Patrick's day
On the quay a lass was sighing
For her lover going away
In her hand she held an emblem
And its parting leaves were three
And her parting words were "Darlin'
Look at these and think of me"

Three leaf shamrock I adore thee
Your three leaves I long to see
When there's brighter days in Ireland
I'll come home and marry thee

(Break)

Just before the ship had started
As she laid her hand on mine
Just before that we had parted
She looked with loving eyes so kind
To my coat she pinned an emblem
And its parting leaves were three
And her parting words were "Darlin'
Look at these and think of me"

Chorus

And her parting words were "Darlin'
Look at these and think of me

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Ten Brave Men

Bobby Sands was his name, He Died for the cause of Freedom
A hunger strike they commenced, To fight for the right as Freemen
In the Summer of 81' Ten brave men, the Crown they took on
The ten were prisoners of war...But Englands leaders let them die one by one
The year they murdered Ten Brave men, and the Black flags were flying'
The Year they murdered Ten Brave men, and all the people were crying' They sang

"Lord we have lost our son's, now we'll make sure this war is won"

Bobby was elected MP, and one day he said to me,
"People must fight for the right to live in a land thats free"
I Got 14 years in Jail, and this hunger strike it must not fail.
The English we'll alway's detest, but they should never have taken the very best.

CHORUS:
The year they murdered Ten Brave men, and the Black flags were flying'
The Year they murdered Ten Brave men, and all the people were crying' They sang
"Lord we have lost our son's, now we'll make sure this war is won"

CHORUS

Like His father before him, He was a workin' man
Like his Comrades beside him, He took a Rebel stand
He was a Rebel, proud and brave, but Thatcher laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood in my vains, The Irish people will someday have their say.

Chorus

The year they murdered Ten Brave men, and the Black flags were flying'
The Year they murdered Ten Brave men, and all the people were crying' They sang,
"Lord we have lost our son's, now we'll make sure this war is won"

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TOM WILLIAMS

Time goes by and years roll onward
Still in my memory fresh I'll keep
Of that night in Belfast prison
Unashamedly I saw men weep

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

Now he's marching to that scaffold
Head erect he shows no fear
And while standing on that scaffold
Ireland cross he holds so dear

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

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

And now I say to Irish soldiers
If on Toms path you chance should stray

By a lad who lies within a prison grave.

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TWENTY MEN FROM DUBLIN TOWN

Twenty men from Dublin town riding on the mountainside
Fearless of the Saxon frown, twenty brothers true and tried
Blood flows in the city streets, there the green is lying low
Here the Emerald standard greets eyes alike of friend and foe

cho: Fly the city, brothers tried, join us on the mountainside
Where we've England's power defied twenty men from Dublin town

Twenty men from Dublin town, full of love and full of hate
Ah! our chief, our Tone is down, hand of God avenge his fate
Joy it is when e'er we meet redcoats on the mountain track
Oh! as deer they must be fleet, if to Dublin they get back

Twenty men from Dublin town, every night around the fire
Brimming glasses we toss down to our captain Michael Dwyer
Slainte, Michael, barve and true, then there rings the wild hurrah
As we drink, dear land, to you, Eire! Slainte Geal go Brach

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THREE LOVELY LASSES

1. There are three lovely lasses in Bunyan,
Bunyan, Bunyan, Bunyan
There are three lovely lasses in Bunyan
And I am the best of them all.

(similarly:)
2. And me mother she says I can marry
And she'll leave me her bed when she dies.

3. So I'm takin' me shoes to be mended
And me petticoat to be dyed green.

4. And next Sunday mornin' I'll met him, And I shall be dressed like a
queen.

repeat third verse

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THREE FLOWERS, THE

One time when walking down a lane
As night was drawing nigh
I met a colleen with three flowers
And she more young than I
"Saint Patrick bless you dear" I said
"If you'll be quick to tell
The place where you did find those flowers
I seem to know them well"

She took and kissed the first flower once
And sweetly said to me
"This flower comes from the Wicklow hills
Dew wet and pure", said she
"It's name is Michael Dwyer
The strongest flower of all
But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast
Though all the world should fall"

She took and kissed the first flower twice
And sweetly said to me
"This flower I culled in Antrim fields
outside Belfast", said she
"The name I call it is Wolfe Tone
The bravest flower of all
But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast
Though all the world should fall"

She took and kissed the first flower thrice
And softly said to me
"This flower I found in Thomas Street
In Dublin fair", said she
"Its name is Robert Emmet
The youngest flower of all
But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast
Though all the world should fall
Then Emmet,Dwyer and Tone I'll keep
For I do love them all
And I'll keep them fresh beside my breast
Though all the world should fall"

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Take Me Back To Castlebar

I'm waiting for John Murphy's van, to take me to the site
Sure I'm working seven days a week
From morning to dark night
And when I step into the van and gently close the door
Sure the first thing that they ask me
What I did the night before

Take me back to Castlebar, in the county of Mayo
It's the only place in Ireland I'm longing for to go
Where they greet you with a friendly smile
And they bid you time of day
When I set my foot in old Mayo, I never more will stray

Dirty Jack, the ganger man, he talks about the time
Himself and old John Murphy
Worked deep down in the mines
He says he meets him often at, the Dorchester Hotel
If you want to get promotion now
Get down and dig like hell

Chorus - Short instrumental

Jack from Connemarra, when he gets in the hump
Sure he talks about the money he made
While working on the lump
Sure he blames old Maggie Thatcher
And the government as well
He said he's made his money now, so they can go to hell

Chorus

There's another chap from Pakistan, no bigger than a duck
He sells his wares upon the site
They fell off of the back of a truck
He says he is a carpenter, and that might well be true
But I've never seen him working, he's always in the loo

Chorus - Short instrumental

At the Duke of York on saturday night, McGraley does remit
He says he first came over here, in nineteen thirty-eight
That was the year before the war
If me memory serves me clear
For written on the factory wall, was 'No Irish wanted here'
Chorus X 2

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TAKE HER UP TO MONTO (1)

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

But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto
First go up to Monto, langeroo, to you!

You've heard about Duke of Gloucester, the dirty old imposter
Took a mot and lost her up in the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler and then he zipped up his trousers
He whistled for his growler and says 'My man'

Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take me up to Monto, langeroo, to you!

And when the Czar of Russia and the King of Prussia
Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon
They asked the Beggarmen to play 'The Wearing of the Green'
But the buggers in the lower they didn't know the tune

So we took them up to Monto, Monto, Monto
We took them up to Monto, langeroo, to you!

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TAKE HER UP TO MONTO (2)

Well if you've got a wingo take her up to Ringo
Where the waxies sing-o all the day
If you've had your fill of porter and you can't go on any further
Just give your men the order back to the quay

And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take her up to Monto Langeroo to you

You've heard of Butcher Foster, the dirty old imposter
He took a mot and lost her up the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler, then he buttoned up his trousers
and he whistled for a growler and he said 'My men

Take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto...
Take her up to Monto Langeroo to you

The fairy told him, 'Skin the goat,' O'Donnell put him on the boat
He wished he'd never been afloat, the dirty skite
It wasn't very sensible to tell on the Invincibles
They took aboard the principals, day and night

Be goin' up to Monto, Monto, Monto......
Take her up to Monto Langeroo to you

You've seen the Dublin Fusiliers, the dirty old bamboozaliers
They went and got the childer, one, two, three
Marchin' from the Linen Hall, there's one for every cannon ball
And Vicky's goin' to send youse all o'er the sea

But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto....
Take her up to Monto Langeroo to you

When the Czar of Rooshia, and the King of Prooshia
Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon
They asked the Garda band to play "The Wearin' o' the Green"

So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto.....
Take her up to Monto Langeroo to you

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
'Mr. Neill, Lord Mayor,' says she, 'Is this all you've got to show to me?'
'Why no, ma'am, there's some more to see - pog mo thoin

And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Took her up to Monto, langeroo. Liathroidi to you

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TARA'S HARP

The harp that once through Tara's Hall the soul of music shed
Now hangs as mute on Tara's wall as if that soul were fled
So sleeps the pride of former days so glory's thrill is o'er
And hearts that once beat high for praise now feel that pulse no more

No more to chiefs and ladies bright, the harp of Tara swells
The chord alone, that breaks at night, its tale of ruin tells
This freedom now so seldom wakes, the only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks, to show that still she lives

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Take it down from the mast

Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's the flag we republicans claim,
It can never belong to free staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.

Why not leave it to those who are willing,
To uphold it in war and in peace,
To the men who intend to defend it,
Until England's tyrannies cease.

Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's the flag we republicans claim,
It can never belong to free staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.

You have murdered our brave Liam and Rory,
You've slaughtered young Richard and Joe,
Your hands with their blood are still gory,
Fulfilling the work of the foe.

Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's the flag we republicans claim,
It can never belong to free staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.

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THIRTY-TWO COUNTIES, THE

Here's to Donegal and her people brave and tall
Here's to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry
Here's to Cavan and to Louth, here's to Carlow in the South
Here's to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry

Chorus:
Then clink your glasses, clink
'Tis a toast for all to drink
And let every voice join in the chorus
For Ireland is our home
And wherever we may roam
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us

Here's to Tyrone, where O'Neill long held his own
Here's to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys!
Here's to her whose stroke broke the hated Penal yoke
And you know that's the brave County Clare, boys

Chorus

Here's to Sligo and to Down, and Armagh of old renown
Here's to Kilkenny famed in story
Here's to Wexford by the sea, that near set old Ireland free
And here's to Royal Meath in all her glory

Chorus

Here's to Galway and Mayo, that never feared a foe
Here's to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes
Here's to Limerick famed to all for its well-defended wall
And still more for the beauty of its lasses

Chorus

Here's to gallant Cork, the next county to New York
Here's to Roscommon bright and airy
Here's to Westmeath, where a tyrant scarce can breathe
And here's to unconquered Tipperary

Chorus

Queens County too we'll toast, and Kings for both can boast
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in!
And now to finish up, fill a bright and brimming cup
And we'll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!

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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND (IRELAND)

Chorus:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From the northern highlands, to the western islands
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of free Derry
This land was made for you and me

As I went walking by the Shannon waters
Hand in hand with my little daughter
The church bells ringing, the children singing
This land was made for you and me

I climbed a mountian, saw a crystal fountain
And I watched the waves roar by the rocky sea-shore
Her eyes were gleaming, she cried oh oh daddy
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND (SCOTLAND)

Chorus:
This land is your land, this land my land
From the English border, to the North Sea water
From the Western Islands, to the Northern Highlands
This land was made for you and me

One summer's morning as the day was dawning
I viewed the Islands on the misty skyline
The rainbow fountain of the Coolin Mountains
This land was made for you and me

Old winter crept on as Scotland slept on
No factory roaring, no oil rig oaring
Just weeded byways and deserted highways
Relics of the life it used to be

Then I awakened to a spring day breakin'
On the sons and daughters of Alba's waters
And the flag they're flyin' is the rampant lion
This land was made for you and me

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TINKER, THE

I am the bravest tinker that lives beneath the sun
If you have any work to do, you shall have it well done
Yes indeed you shall, don't you know you shall
To my right falooral laddie, yes, indeed you shall

The lady came to the door and asked me could I stop
And could I mend a rusty pan that never held a drop
Yes indeed I can, don't you know I can
To my right falooral laddie, yes, indeed I can

She took me up the stairs for to show me what to do
She fell on the featherbed and I fell on it too
Yes indeed I did, don't you know I did
To my right falooral laddie, yes, indeed I did

I put my hammer in her hand that with it she might knock
To make her husband to believe that I was at my work
Yes indeed I was, don't you know I was
To my right falooral laddie, yes, indeed I was

She put her hand into her purse and pulled out twenty pound
Take this me jolly tinker and we'll have another round
Yes indeed we will, don't you know we will
To my right falooral laddie, yes, indeed we will

Oh, I plugged her in the kitchen, I plugged her in the hall
And the servants cried, The Devil, are you going to plug us all
Oh indeed I'm not, don't you know I'm not
To my right falooral laddie, no, indeed I'm not

Well, I've been a jolly tinker these thirty years and more
But such a rusty pan as that I never plugged before
No indeed I didn't, don't you know I didn't
To my right falooral laddie, no, indeed I didn't

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TOWN I LOVED SO WELL, THE

In my memory I will always see
The town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
And we laughed through the smoke and smell
Going home in the rain running up the dark lane
Past the jail and down beside the fountain
Those were happy days in so many many ways
In the town I loved so well

In the early morn the shirt factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mothers role
Fed the children and then walked the dog
And when times got rough, there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
for the town I loved so well

There was music there in the Derry air
Like a language that we could all understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
as I played in a small pickup band
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I'd learned about life and I'd found a wife
In the town I loved so well

But when I returned how my eyes were burned
To see how a town could be brought to it's knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and guns
Oh my God, what have they done
To the town I loved so well

Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
Oh, they'll not forget still their hearts are set
On tomorrow and peace once again
Now what's done is done and what's won is won
And what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright brand new day
In the town I loved so well

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