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Paddy McGintys Goat.

Now Patrick McGinty an Irish man of note
Fell in for a fortune and bought himself a goat
Says he sure of goats milk I'm going to have me fill
But when he brought the nanny home he found it was a bill
All the young ladies who live in Killaloe
They all wear tresses like their mothers used to do
They each wear a falderall beneath their petty-coat
And leave the rest to providence,and Paddy McGintys goat,

Mrs Burke to her daughter says listen Mary Jane
Who was that fella you were cuddling down the lane
He had long hairy whiskers hanging from his chin
Twas only Paddy McGintys goat, she anwsered with a grin
Then she went away from the village in disgrace
She came back with powder and paint all on her face
Rings on her fingers and she wore a sable coat
And you can bet your life she did,nt get that from Paddy McGintys goat,

Nora McCarthy, the knot was going to tie
She washed out her trousseau and hung it up to dry
Along came the goat and he saw her bit of white
Ans chewed up all her falderall on her wedding night
Turn out the light quick she shouted out to Pat
For though I am your bride I am not worth looking at
They now have two of everything, I told you when I wrote
But now they,ve one another and Paddy NcGintys goat,

Micky Reilly to the races he went the other day
He won twenty dollars and he shouted hip horray
He held down the note, shouting look at what I,ve got
Then along came the goat and he swallowed up the lot
He,s eaten me banknote say,s Micky with a hump
They sent for a doctor to get his stomach pumped
The pumped and they pumped, for the twenty dollar note
But all they got was sixpence out of paddy McGintys goat

Now old Paddys goat had a wonderous appetite
And one day for his breakfast he had some dynamite
A big box of matches he swallowed up serene
Then out he went and swallowed down a quart of parrifin
He sat by the fire side he did,nt give a damm
He swallowed up a spark and exploded with a bang
And if you ever get to heaven you can bet your bottom note
That the angel with whiskers on is Paddy McGintys goat,

Where the Bluebells Grow.

Flo she charms all the fellows
She is a nice young girl
With footsteps light her eyes so bright
Her teeth are like the pearls
Her golden hair runs down her back
She has cheeks just like a rose
And i met her down the meadows
Where the blue bells grow

Away down in the meadows
Where the blue bells grow
It was there i met my darling
My darling little Flo
And when the moon is shining bright
Together we will go
Away down in the meadows
Where the bluebells grow.

She spoke to me i spoke to her
We both spoke love divine
And twas then i picked up courage
And i asked her to be mine
Oh no kind sir she answered
To that i can-not say
I must go and acquaint my parents
And ask them if i may

And now that we are married
And settled down in life
We live in peace and harmony
Away from fears and strife
We have a little daughter
And the name she bears is Flo
To remind us of the the meadows
Where the bluebells grow.

The Boys of Barr Na Sraide.

Oh, the town, it climbs the mountains and looks upon the sea
At sleeping time or waking time, it's there I'd like to be.
To walk again those kindly streets, the place where life began,
With the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

With cudgels stout they roamed about to hunt for the dreólín*
We searched for birds in every furze from Litir to Dooneen.
We danced for joy beneath the sky, life held no print nor plan
When the Boys of Barr na Sráide went hunting for the wren.

And when the hills were bleedin' and the rifles were aflame
To the rebel homes of Kerry the Saxon strangers came,
But the men who dared the Auxies and fought the Black-and-Tan
Were the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

But now they toil in foreign soil where they have made their way
Deep in the heart of London or over on Broadway,
And I am left to sing their deeds and praise them while I can
Those Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

And here's a health to them tonight wherever they may be.
By the groves of Carham river or the slope of Bean 'a Tí
John Daly and Batt Andy and the Sheehans, Con and Dan,
And the Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren.

When the wheel of life runs out and peace come over me
Just take me back to that old town between the hills and sea.
I'll take my rest in those green fields, the place where life began,,
With those Boys of Barr na Sráide who hunted for the wren


Come Back Paddy Reilly


The garden of Eden has vanished they say
But i know the lie of it still
Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea
And stop when half way to Coote hill.
Tis there i will find it i know sure enough
When fortune has come to my call
Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff.
And the blue sky is over it all.!
And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff
Are whispering over the sea
Come back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjameduff
Come home paddy Reilly to me.

My mother once told me that when i was born
The day that i first saw the light
I looked down the street on that very first morn
And gave a great crow of delight
Now most new born babies appear in a huff
And start with a terrible squall
But i knew i born in Ballyjameduff
And that's why i smiled on them all
The baby's a man now, he's toil worn a tough
Still whispers come over the sea
Come back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home Paddy Reilly to me.

The night that with danced by the light of the moon
Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute
When Phil threw his lip over come again soon
He'd dance the foot out of your boot
The day that i took long McGee by the scruff
For slandering Rosie Kilrain
Then marching him straight out of Ballyjameduff
Assisted him into a drain.
Oh.! sweet are me dreams as the dudeen i puff
Of whisperings over the sea
Come back paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home Paddy Reilly to me.

I've loved the women of every land
That always came easy to me
Just barring the bells of the Blackamore brand
And the chocolate shapes of Feegee.
But that sort of love is a moonshining stuff.
And never will addle me brain
For the bells will be ringing round Ballyjamesduff
For me and Rosie Kilrain
And all through their glamour theis gas and their guff
A whisper comes over the sea.
Come back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff
Come home Paddy Reilly to me.

Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

If we only had old Ireland over here.

>I was dreaming of old Ireland and Killarney's lakes and fells
I was dreaming of the shamrock and the dear old Shandon bells
When my memory suggested, in a vision bright and clear
All the strange things that would happen if we had old ireland here.

If the blarney stone stood out on Sydney harbour
And Dublin town to melbourne came to stay.
If the shannon river joined the Brisbane waters
And Killarney's lakes flowed into Botany Bay

If the Shandon bells rang out in old Fremantle
And County Cork at Adlaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam
All the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here.

There are lots of lovely faries dancing on the village green
There are lots of lovely coleens the finest ever seen
Where the boys are all called Paddy, and the girls called Molly dear
Sure we'ed wrap the green flag 'round them if we had old ireland here

Roads of Kildare

Johnny was born in a mansion down in the county of Clare
Rosie was born by a roadside somewhere in County Kildare
Destiny brought them together on the road to Killorglan
One day in her bright tasty shawl she was singing
And she stole his young heart away

for she sang... cho: Meet me tonight by the campfire
Come with me over the hill.
Let us be married tomorrow
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 roads of Kildare.

Think of the parents who reared you
Think of the family name
How can 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 roads of Kildare.

Johnny went down from his mansion
Just as the sun had gone down
Turning his back on his kinfolk
Likewise his dear native town
Facing the roads of old Ireland
With a gypsy he loved so sincere
When he came to the light of the campfire

These are the words he did hear


The Mountains of Mourne.

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

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
And I've never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

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

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


I waiting for John Murphy's van to take me to the site
I've been working seven days a week, from morning to dark night
And as I step inside the van and gently close the door
The first thing that they ask me's What I did the night before?

Chorus 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 me foot in old Mayo I never more will stray

Dirty Jack the ganger man, he talks about the times
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 make promotion boy, get down and dig like hell

At the Duke Of York on a Saturday night John Murphy does relate
He says he first came over here in 1938
That is the year before the war, if my memory serves me clear
'Cos written on the factory was "No Irish wanted Here"!

The Mermaid

It was Friday morn when we set sail and we were not far from the land
When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair, with a comb and a glass in her hand

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, and a fine old man was he
"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom, we shall sink to the bottom of the sea"

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship, and a fine spoken man was he
Sayin', "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea, and tonight a widow she will be"

Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship, and a brave young lad was he
"Oh, I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea, and tonight she'll be weeping over me"

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship, and a crazy old butcher was he
"I care much more for my pots and pans than I do for the bottom of the sea"

Then three times 'round spun our gallant ship, and three times 'round spun she
Three times 'round spun our gallant ship and she sank to the bottom of the sea

Treat me Daughter Kindly.

Once there lived a farmer A kind old soul was he
He loved to work upon the farm down in the country
Had a lovely daughter which intend to wed
And when i asked him for her hand,
These are the words that he said.

Now treat me daughter kindly
And keep her from all harm,
And when i die i will to you my little house and farm
My horse my donkey and my plough
My bonnie sheep as well, and all the little chickens in the garden.

I know i love this pretty maid And she loves me the same.
And when my daily work is done with her i will remain.
And when she milks her fathers cows,
I'll keep her from all harm,
For many's the glass of milk i had before i left the farm.

And now that we are married, and settled down in life.
I often think of this old man, and his good advice,
And when she milks her fathers cows
I'll keeps her from all harm.
For now i am the owner of this little house and farm.


The wren, the wren, the king of all birds
St. Stephen's Day was caught in the firs
Although he was little, his honor was great
Jump up me lads and give us a treat

We followed the wren three miles or more
Three miles of more, three miles or more
Through hedges and ditches and heaps of snow
At six o'clock in the morning

Rolley, Rolley, where is your nest?
It's in the bush that I love best
It's in the bush, the holly tree
Where all the boys do follow me

As I went out to hunt and all
I met a wren upon the wall
Up with me wattle and gave him a fall
And brought him here to show you all

I have a little box under me arm
A tuppence or penny will do it no harm
For we are the boys who came your way
To bring in the wren on St. Stephen's Day

An t-Amhrán Wren.

An wren, an wren, an rí na n-éan
Bhí ghabhtar Lá Fhéile Stiofáin sa firs
Cé go raibh sé mórán, a bhí iontach honor
Lads Léim mé suas agus a thabhairt dúinn ar a chóireáil

Lean muid an wren trí míle nó níos mó
Trí mhíle de níos mó, trí míle nó níos mó
Trí fálta agus ditches agus heaps an sneachta
Ag sé o'clock in the morning

Rolley, Rolley, áit a bhfuil do nead?
Tá sé i Bush go breá liom is fearr
Tá sé i Bush, an crann cuileann
Nuair a dhéanann na buachaillí a leanúint orm

Mar a chuaigh mé amach go fiach agus gach
Bhuail mé wren ar an bhalla
Suas le liom wattle agus thug dó titim
Agus thug air anseo chun a thaispeáint duit gach

Tá mé i mbosca beag faoi mo lámh
Beidh tuppence nó pingin ná aon díobháil
Chun táimid ag na buachaillí a tháinig do bhealach a dhéanamh
A thabhairt ar an wren ar Lá Fhéile Stiofáin


Some say that kissin's a sin, but tell me how can that be true
For kissin' has been in this world since the very first day there was two
Now if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prisons would be full of folk who had a kiss or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty then the girl-folk would get none

Now some say that gamblin's a sin but I'll bet you twenty to one
That gamblin' has been in this world since horses and greyhounds could run
Now if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prisons would be full of folk who made a bet or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty then the girl-folk would get none

Now some say that swearin's a sin but where is the man who can tell
For swearin has been in this world since the devil was told, "Go to hell"
Now if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prisons would be full of folk who had a curse or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty then the girl-folk would get none

Now some say that smokin's a sin but a pipe now and then is enough
For smokin' has been in this world since Adam taught Eve how to puff
Now if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prisons would be full of folk who had a puff or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty then the girl-folk would get none

Some say that drinkin's a sin but a gargle is fine now and then
For drinkin' has been in this world forever and ever, amen
Now if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prisons would be full of folk who had a pint or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty then the girl-folk would get none

The Pub with no Beer.

Well, the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum,
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's actin' queer -
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer!

Chorus: Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
Round a campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so morbid or drear
As to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

The stockman rides in with his dry, dusty throat,
Goes up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly, "The pub's got no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside, drinkin' wine with his mates,
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear,
It's no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer!

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies,
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes,
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

Oh, pity the blacksmith - first time in his life
He's gone home cold sober to his darlin' wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says, "You're early, my dear,"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer.


Way up in the north in old Tyrone,
There's a girl I long to call my own
She's the sweetest flower that Ireland's ever grown
And as sure as the moon and star above
I've fallen head over heels in love
With that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone

There's sweet little girls in old Strabane
And they're just as sweet in Monaghan
And this to every roving eye is known
But I guess that I'd be out of bounds
Because there between those northern towns
Is that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone

Chorus She wears my ring and tells her friends she's going to marry me
And best of all she tells them all she's happy as can be, oh lucky me
Well I don't know what she's done to me
But there's nothing else my eyes can see
But that Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone

Way down south in old Tramore
I recall that yellow dress she wore
As she strolled along the shore there all alone
And I know it was my lucky day
That she came there on holiday

That Pretty Little Girl From Omagh in the County of Tyrone

Poc ar Buile.

Ag gabhail dom siar chun droichead Ui Mordha
Pice im dhoid is me ag dul i Meithil
Ce casfai orm i gcumar ceoidh
Act Pocan cron is e ar buile.

Do Ritheamar trasna tri ruilleogach
Is do gluais an comhrac ar fuaid na muinge
Is treascairt da bfuair se sna turtoga
Chuas ina ainneoin ina dhrom le fuinneamh

Nior fhag se carrig go raibh scot ann
Na gur rith le forsa chun me a mhilleadh
Ansa sea do chaith se an leim ba mho
Le fana mor na faille brice

Bhi garda mor i mbaile an Rostigh
Is bhailigh forsai chun sinn a chlipeadh
Do buail se rp da adhairc sa toin air
Is da bhriste nua dhein se giobail

i nDaingean Ui Cuis le haghaidgh an trathnona
Bhi an Sagart an Paroiste amac inar gCoinnibh
Is e duirt gurbh e an diabhal ba dhoigh leis
A ghaibh an treo an Pocan Buile

Ailliliu puilliliu ailliliu ta an poc ar buile
Ailliliu puilliliu ailliliu ta an poc ar buile

Irish Molly 'O.

Molly dear now did you hear
The news that's going round
Down in a corner of my heart
A love is what you've found
And every time I gaze into
your Irish eyes so blue
They seem to whisper 'Darling boy, my love is all for you'

Oh, Molly, my Irish Molly, my sweet achusla dear
I'm fairly off my trolley, my Irish Molly when you are near
Springtime you know is ring time, come dear now don't be slow
Change your name, go out with game,
Begorrah wouldn't I do the same
My Irish Molly O

Molly dear now did you hear
I furnished up the flat
Three little cozy rooms with bath and 'welcome' on the mat
It's five pounds down and two a week, we'll soon be out of debt
It's all complete except they haven't brought the cradle yet

Oh, Molly, my Irish Molly, my sweet achusla dear
I'm fairly off my trolley, my Irish Molly when you are near
Springtime you know is ring time, come dear now don't be slow
Change your name, go out with game,
Begorrah wouldn't I do the same my Irish Molly O

Molly dear and did you hear what all the neighbors say
About the hundred sovereigns you have safely stowed away
They say that's why I love you, Ah but Molly that's a shame
If you had only ninety-nine, I'd love you just the same

Oh, Molly, my Irish Molly, my sweet achusla dear
I'm fairly off my trolley, my Irish Molly when you are near
Springtime you know is ring time, come dear now don't be slow
Change your name, go out with game,
Begorrah wouldn't I do the same
My Irish Molly O

My Inchageelagh Lass.

I greet thee proud Ivelearys son,s, and daughters fair and true
Assembled at the south end club old friend ships to renew
This annual oppertunity Im loath to let it pass
E,re I recite my tale tonight of my Inchegeelagh Lass

Iveleary oh how sweet thy name rings in the exciles ear
Oh I,ve ot seen those heath clad hills in 5 and 20 years
Twas there i first my hearts delight, one Suday morn at mass
As i knelt in prayer in that Chaple there with my Inchagellagh Lass

She was modest as the cooing dove,. and as gentle as the fawn
That swept o,er Desmonds storied heights, or highland o,er Gougane
No Godess fair or grecian lay, in beauty could surpass
That winsome rogue my Maureen og my Inchageelagh Lass

And like all the boys along the Lee, I joined the rebel band
And pledged myself to the freedom of my dear native land
As an outlaw i was chased from Cork to Keimaneigh,s famed pass
I was forced to flee from Enin,s lee and my Inchgeelagh Lass.

I sped through Inniscara,s groves before the break of day
To a passage on a Yanklee ship that in Queen,s town harbour lay
My Captain beig a fenian bold, my safety to compass
So my ship set sail from Grainne Wail and my Inchageelagh lass

Iveleary Oh Iveleary, far away across the wave
You hold what I prize most on earth, My Maureens moss grown grave
My present Habitation is in Broadway Boston Mass
But the Buchaill rua in allways true, to his Inchageelagh Lass

The Town I Love So Well.

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 the smell
Going home in the rain, running up a 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 mothering role
Fed the children and then walked the dog
And when times got rough there was just about enough
But we saw it through without complaining
For deep in side was a burning pride
In the town that i loved so well

Ther was music there in the Dery air
Like a language that we could all understand
I remember the day when i earned my first pay
When 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
There i learned about life and i found me a wife
In the town that i loved so well

But when i returned , oh my eyes how they burned
To see how a town could be brought to its knees
By the armoured car and the burned out bars
And the gas that hang on to every breeze
Now the armys installed by the old gasyard wall
And the dammed barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns
Oh my God what have they done
To the town that i loved so well

Though the music is gone we must still carry on
Our spirit,s been bruised never broken
We must never forget that our hearts are still set
On tommorow and peace once again
For whats done it is done and whats won is won
And whats lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright brand new day
For the town that i love so well

Dublin in The Rare Old Times,

Based on song and stories, hero,s of renown
Are the passing tales and stories,that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting childrens rymes
That once was part of Dublin in the rare old times,

Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare old times,
My name it ie Sean Dempsey, Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
My trade i was cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade to memory

And i courted Peggy Deignan, as pretty as you please
Oh, rogue and a child of Mary from the rebel liberties
I lost her to a student lad, with skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, She took away my soul

The years have made me bitter,the 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 grey unyeilding concrete, makes a city of our town

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages that spring up along the quay
My minds too full of memories, to want to hear new chimes
I,m part of waht was Dublin in the rare old times,

A Nation Once Again.

When boyhoods fire was i my blood
I read of ancient freemen
For Greece & rome who bravely stood
Three Hundred men and three men.
And then iprayed i yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain.
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 watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
It's angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again.

It whispere'd too, that freedoms ark,
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feeling dark
And passions vain and lowly;
For freedom comes from Gods dight hand
And needs a Godly train
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again.

So as i grew from boy to man
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding
For thus i hoped some day to aid,
Oh can such hope be vain
When my dear country should be made
A Nation once again


After all These Years.

My darlin come to me
Sit you down easily
And rest a while by the soft firelight
But warm is my heart with time
Haveing you by my side
Your still my guideing light
After all these years

Your soft as shimmering waves
The rock i lean on
Saw me through my darkest days
When all hope had gone
Your still the only one
I'll ever hold near
And i'll love you
After all these years

Time for me passes on
And i'mm growing old
A life time nearly gone
I cannot comfort nights dark and cold
But warm is your hand in mine
Feeble with age and time
The light of love still shines
After all these years.

After the Ball

A little maiden, climbs on an old man's knee
Beg's for a story. do Uncle please
Why are you lonely, why do you roam
Have you no sweet heart, have you no home.

I had a sweet heart, long long ago
Why we were not wed, you soon will know
List to my story, I'll tell it all
I broke her heart pet , after the ball


After the ball was over
Just at the break of dawn
After the dance had ended, and all the stars had gone
Many the heart that are sinking
If you could read them all.
Many the fond hope that vanished, after the ball

Low lights were shineing, in the big ballroom
Softly the the organ was playing a tune
There stood my sweetheart,My love my own
I wished for some water leaving the room.

When i returned pet, there stood a man
Kissing my sweet heart, as lovers can
Down went the glass pet, broke in the fall
Just like my heart broke after the ball


Many years have gone by. I have not wed
True to my first love, though she is dead
She tried to tell me, Tried to explain
I would not listen. pleading in vain.

One day a letter, came from this man
He was her brother the letter
That's why I'm lonely. no home at all
I broke her heart then after the ball

Bantry Bay.

As i,m sitting all alone in the gloaming
It might have been but yesterday
That we watched the fisher sails all homing
Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay
Then the fisher girls with baskets swing
Came running down the old stone way
Every lassies to her sailor lad was singing
A welcome back to Bantry Bay,

Then we heard the piper,s sweet note tuning
And all the lassie,s turned to hear
As the mingled with a soft voice crooning
Till the music floated down the wooden pier
Save you kindly all said the piper
Hands across and trip it while i play
And a sound of song and merry dancing
Stole softly over Bantry Bay,

As i,m sitting all alone in the gloaming
The shadows of the past draw near
And i see the loving faces round me
That used to glad the old brown pier
Some are gone up on their last lov,ed homing
Some are left but they are old and grey
And we,re waiting for the tide in the gloaming
To sail upon the great highway
To the land of rest un-ending
All peacefully from Bantry,


Beautifull Erin.

So far far away from my darling Tippeary
A thousand broad leaves of Atlantic between
In spirit i visit though cheery or weary
My Motherland Erin, The oceans own Queen
My motherland Erin, the oceans own Queen.


Beautifull Erin childhood sweethome
How fondly i love thee where ever i roam
Suirs lovely valleys clothed in green,
The brighest in Erin, The oceans own Queen
The brighest in Erin, The oceans own Queen.

And soon shall my country again be a Nation
Her sons will return from the lands far away
May the fore front of freedom again be their station
And may we all see that glorious day
And may we all see that glorious day.

Though rivers run deeper and mountains are taller
Vessels go sailing from here to afar
Far dearer to me is the Suir though its smaller
Far dearer the Commeraghs, and sweet Slievenamon
Far dearer the Commeraghs, and sweet Slievenamon.

Black is the Colour..

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetes smile
She has the warmest hands
And i love the ground where on she stands,.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she go'es
I hope the day it soon will come
When she and i will be as one,.

I'll go to the Clyde,
Where i'll mourne and weep
For satisfied i ne'er will be
I'll write a letter a few short lines
And die each death ten thousand times,.

The Boys of Killybegs.

Oh there's rough & rolling sea's
Round the coast's of Donegal
Their fishermen are hardy brave and free
And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know right well
As they stand to make a living from the sea.


With the pleasant rolling sea and the herring's running free
The brigs are landing safetly by the cove
When the boats are loaded down
There'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

Now when you don your suit
And you got your oilskins on
You check to your gear to see that's it's OK
And your gansy keep's you warm
For it's cold before the morn
Then your ready to begin another day.


When the weather get's very rough
The work get's very tough
Abd the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands
But you'd never leave the sea
For whoever you may be.
When it's in your blood it's hard t live on land


Brosna Town.

My dear old home in the Kerry Hills, my thoughts are still with thee
Although I'm in a foreign land, across the deep blue sea
I long to stand outside your door, and watch the sun go down
And hear the church bells tolling o'er my native Brosna town.

By the old wood road i long to stroll, with it's hedge's tall and green
By Hannons gate i would debate, with some lovely fair coleen
Or to take a walk to Guines bridge, on a Sunday afternoon
Where oft i danced a polka set, to a lively fiddlers tune.

At Carrigeens winding bends, and fancy too i see
The river Feale flows fast and clear, round Murphy's Elder Tree
Where the many the romance was discussed, from dark till early dawn
And many the time i spent, with my cailin bawn.

At Knockaclarigs lofty hills, i long to stand once more
Ans view from shannon Airport, to the town of sweet Rathmore
Back to the peaks of Cuddy's Reeks, from Kilorglin on the Laune
From Caltlemaine to Coolnagrain, and home by Brosna town.

Now to Conclude i say God bless, to mother and Ireland too
I'll ne'r forget when the both of you, just faded from my view
But soon i will return again,and good times we'll put down
In that dear old home by the old wood road, 3 miles from Brosna Town,
In that dear old home by the old wood road, 3 miles from Brosna Town.

Dear Boss,

Dear boss i write these words to tell you of my plight,
And at the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight
Me body is all black and blue, an me face a deadly grey,
And i hope you understand why paddy is not at work today.

I was working on the 14th floor, some bricks i had to clear
And tossing them down from such height, was not a good idea
the fore man wasn't very pleased, him being an awful sod.
And he said I'd have to carry them down the ladder in me hod.

Now shifting all those bricks by hand, it seemed so awful slow,
So i hoisted up a barrel, and secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job, i was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks, was heavier that me.

Now when i climbed down. i caught the rope and the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to rope, i started up instead
I shot up like a rocket, and to my dismay i found
That half way up i met the barrel coming down.

Now that barrel broke me shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when i reached to top, i hit the pulley with me head
I still hung on tho much in shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half it's bricks, 14 floors below.!

Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
My weight out weigh'ed the barrel, and i started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope, i headed to the ground
And fell among the broken bricks, that were scattered all around.

As i lay there on the floor, me'self i thought I'd past the worst
The barrel hit the pulley wheels, and didn't the bottom burst
A shower of bricks came down on me, oh i haven't got a hope
And as i was losing consciousness, i let go the bloody rope.

Now the barrel it being heavier, it started down once more
And landed right across me, as i lay there on the floor
I broke three ribs and my left arm, and i can only say
That i hope you understand, why paddy is not at work today.

Eileen McManus.

One day as i strolled along Broadway.
A vision came into my view.
A vision of sadness and beauty
A beauty thats given to few,
There was i in the land of the stranger,
There was she I'd n'eer seen her before
But some how i knew she was Irish,
Sweet Eileen from Erins green shore.

So softly a spell she cast o'er me,
As her lovely form moved on it's way,
That i thought of the mother that bore me,
And i prayed i would her love her for Aye,
And as Eileen gazed sweetly upon me,
With charm of her grace evermore,
I was slave to sweet Eileen McManus,
That fair Colleen from Erin's green shore.

I quickly approached this fair maiden,
I asked her the cause of her woe,
And she said i am crying for Erin,
The land where the green shamrock grows,"
I said just make an end to your sorrow,
Dear Eileen McManus Asthore,
For we'll marry and e'er it's to-morrow,
I'll take you to Erin's green shore.

We will travel the green hill's and mountains,
By the road to the gap of Dunloe
And along by the Glens and the Valleys,
To a spot that is called Ahadoe,
"Tis my joy just to see you contented,
And your tears will be dried evermore
My own beautiful EileenMcManus.
" You' ll " be home on Erins green shore.

The Foggy Dew.

As down the glen one easter morn , to a city fair rode i
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed be by
No pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the angelus bell o'er the liffy swell,
rang oiut through the foggy dew

Right proudly high in dublin town, they flung out the flag of war
It was better to die ' neath an Irish sky,
than at sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of royal meath
strong men came hurrying through
While brittania's hun's and their great big guns,
sailed in through the foggy dew

O, the night fell Black, and the rifles crack,
made Perfidious Albion reel
Mid the leaden rain seven toungs of flame
did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said
that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke,
still the war flag shook out it's folds in the foggy dew

'Twas england bade our wild geese go,
that small nation's might be free
But their lonely graves are by sulva waves,
or the fringe of the great north sea
O, had they died by pearce,s side, or fought with Cathal Bruagh
Their names we'd keep where the fenians sleep ,
neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mounfully and clear
For those who died that eastertide in the spring-time of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze,
at those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
might shine through the foggy dew

AH' back through the glen i rode again,
and my heart with grief was sore
For i parted then with valiant men that i nee'r will never more
But to and fro in my dreams i go,
and i'll neel and say a prayer for you
For slavery fled, O, glorious dead ! when you fell in the foggy dew,.

The Green Glens of Antrim,.

Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land
With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand
Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me,

Sure if only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue Irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine a picture of heaven it could be
Where the green glen of Antrim are calling to me,

Soon i hope to return to my own Cushendall
Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
Sure i know every stone, I recall every tree
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me,
I would halt at a cabin close down by the shore
And id knock with my heart at that wee cabin door
While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling on me,

Tis alone my concern if the grandest surprise
Would be shining at me out of somebody,s eyes
Tis my private affair what my feelings would be
While the green glens of Antrim were welcoming me,

But Id be where the people are simple and kind
And among them the one who's been aye in my mind
Sure id pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of Antrim are Heaven to me,


Home to Derry.

In 1803 we sailed out to sea,
Out from the sweet port of Derry
For Australia bound, if we dident all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried
In rust iron chains, we sighed for our wains
As our good wives we left in a sorrow
As the main sail unfurled , our curses we hurled
On the english and thoughts of tommora

Oh Oh i wish i was back home in derry..X2

We cursed them to hell, as our bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode on, as the devil passed by
Taking souls down to hades by twilight

Five weeks out at sea, we are now 43
Our comrades we bury each morning
And in our own slime, we were lost in a time
Endless nights, without any dawing

oh oh..............X 2......then X2=s.

Van Diemans land is a hell for a man
To live out his life in Slavery
Where the climate is raw, and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery.

Twenty years have gone by and i,ve ended my bond
And comrades ghosts are behind me,
As a rebel i came, and I,ll die one the same
On the cold winds of night you will find me.


If i were A Blackbird.

I am a young maiden and my story is sad
for once i was courted by a brave sailor lad
he courted me truly by night and by day
But now he has left me and gone far away

If i were a blackbird i,d whistle and sing
i would follow the ship that my true love sails in
and in the top rigging, i would there make my nest
and i,d pillow my head on his lilly white breast,.

He sailed oer the ocean his fortune to seek
i misss his caress and his kiss on my cheek
He courted me truly, his frienship was warm
And i long for the sight of his brave manly form.

He promised to take me to donnybrook fair
to buy me red ribbons, to tie up my hair
And i know that someday he,ll come back oer the tide
Then surely he,ll make his own loving bride

For waht can a poor coleen do by herself
when her mans gone away sure she,e left on the shelf
She longs for her sailor to be by her side
For she knows in her heart she,s his one darling pride.

His parents they chide me , and will not agree
That me and my sailor boy married should be
But let them deride me or do as they will
While theres breath in my body he,s the one i love still.

Johhny Jump Up

I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as i went down to Youghal by the sea
The day it being fine and the weather being warm
Say's i a quite pint wouldn't do me no harm.
I went in and i ordered a bottle of stout
Say's the bar man I'm sorry all the beer is sold out
Try whisky or brandy, ten years in the wood
Say's i I'll try cider i heard it was good.


Oh never, oh never, oh never again
If i live to a hundred or a hundred and ten
For i fell to the ground with me knees doubled up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump up.

After a drinking a third i made straight for the yard
But i bumped into Quinlan, the big civic Guard
He say's,Look her to me boy don't ya know I'm the law
I upped with me fist and i shattered his jaw.
Well he fell to the ground with his knees doubled up
But it wasn't i hit him,Twas Johnny Jump up
And the next thing i met down in Youghal by the sea
Was cripple on crutches as says he to me
I'm afraid of me life I'll be hit by a car
Wont you help me across to the railwayman's bar
After drinking a quart of the cider so sweet
He threw down his crutches and danced on his feet....chorus
I went up to the Lee road a friend for to see
They call it the mad house in Cork by the Lee
And when i got there the truth i will tell
They had the poor old soul, tied up in a cell
Said the man a pycharist, say these words if you can
Around the rugged rocks the rugged rascal ran.
Tell them I'm not crazy, tell them I'm not mad
Twas only a sup of the Johnny i had........................chorus

A man died in the union be the name of MacNab
We washed him and laid him outside on a slab
And after the undertaker his measurements did take
His wife took him home to a bloody fine wake
About 12 o clock and the beer it was high
The corpse he rose up and say's he with a sigh
I cant get to heave they wont let me up
Till i bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump up.............chorus


Let Him Go Let Him Tarry.

Farewell to cold winter, summer's come at last
Nothing have i gained, but my true love i have lost.
I'll sing and i'll be happy, like the birds upon the tree
But since he has deceived me, I care no more for he.


Let him go let him Tarry
Let him sink or let him swim
He dosent care for me,
Nor i dont care for him.
He can go and find another, that i hope he will enjoy.
For I'm going to marry a far nicer boy.

He wrote me a letter, saying he was very bad,
I sent him back another, saying i was awful glad.
He wrote me another, saying he was well and strong,.
But i care no more about him, than the groung he walks upon.
v Chorus.

Some of his friends they had, a good kind wish for me.
Others of his friends, they would hang me on a tree;
But soon i'll let them see my love, and soon I'll let them know,
that i can get a new sweetheart, on any ground i go.


He can go to his old mother now, and set her mind at ease,
I hear she is an old, old woman very hard to please
It's slighting me and talking ill, is what's she's always done,
Because that i was courting, her great big ugly son.

Nobody's Child.

As i was slowly passing an orphan home one day
I stopped there for a moment just to watch the children play
Alone a boy was standing and when i asked him why,
he turned with eye's that could not see
and he began to cry;

I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
I'm like a flower, just growing wild
No mummy's kisses, and no daddy's smiles
Nobody wants me, I'm nobodys child.

People come for children and take them for their own
But they all seem to pass me by and i am left here all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see I'm blind
They always take some other child and i am left behind.

No mommies arms to ho;d me or sooth me when i cry
Sometimes it gets so lonely here i wish that i could die
I'd walk the street of heaven where all the blind can see
And just like all the other kids there'd be a home for me

I just can't seem to figure out
Why the folks all pass me by
For i know that its true
That God takes little blind boys
With him in the sky.
And they tell me I'm so pretty
And they seem to like my big curls of gold
But then they take some other child
And i am left here all alone

I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child I'm like a flower, just growing wild No mummy's kisses, and no daddy's smiles Nobody wants me, I'm nobodys child.


The violets were scenting the woods Nora
Displaying their charm to the bees
When ifirst said i love'd only you Nora
And you said you love'd only me.

The chest-nuts bloom gleams through the glade Nora
The robin sang out from every tree
When i first said.......ect.....

The golden dew'ed daffodils shone Nora
And danced in the breeze on the lea
When i first said........ect

The birds in the trees sang their songs, Nora
Of happier transports to be
When i first said.........ect

Our hopes they have never come true Nora
Our dreams they were never meant to be
Since i first said i love'd only you Nora.
And you said you love'd only me

Old Rustic Bridge

I'm thinking tonight of the old rustic bridge
that bends oe'r the murmuring stream
It was there maggie dear, with our hearts full of cheer
We strayed neath the moon's gentle gleam,
It was there i first met you, the light in your eye's
Awoke in my heart a sweet trill.
Though now far away, still my thought fondly stray
To the old rustic bridge by the mill

Beneath it the stream gently rippled,
Around it the birds loved to trill
Though now far away...........

How often, dear Maggie, when years passed away
And we plighted lovers became,
We rambled the path to the bridge, day by day,
The smiles of each other to claim.
But one day we parted in pain and regret,
Our vows then we could not fulfill.
Oh may we soon meet and our fond love repeat,
On the old rustic bridge by the mill,

I keep in my memory our love of the past,
With m,e tis as bright as of old.
For to keep it in my heart, it was panted at last,
In absence it never grows cold.
I think of you darling, when lonely at night.
And when all is peacefull and still,
My heart wanders back in the dream of delight.
To the old rustic bridge by the mill.

The Ordinary Man,

>I ' m an ordinary man, nothing special nothing planned
I've had to work for everything i own
Oh i never asked for a lot, i was happy with what i got
Enough to keep my family and my home
Now they say that times are hard , and they've handed me me cards
they say there's not the work to go around
But when the whistle blows, the gate will finally close
Tonight their gonna shut the factory down
Then they tear it down,

I never missed a day or went on strike for better pay
For twenty years I've served them best i could
Now with a hand-shake and a check,
It seems so easy to forget, that I've been tru bad times and tru good
Now the owner says he's sad, to see that things have got so bad
But the captains of industry wont let him lose.
He still drives a car and smokes a cigar, and still he takes his family on a cruise. He'll never lose.

Now it seem to m,e a cruel irony
he's richer now than ere he was before
And now my cheque is spent and i cant afford the rent
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every-day i try to salvage some of my pride
To find some work, so i might pay my way
Ah but every where i go, the answers always no
There's no work here for anyone today,
No work today.

And so condemned i stand, just an ordinary man
Like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life
And God knows what the kids are gonna do.
Now that we are faced with human waste
A generation cast aside,
For a long as i live i never will forgive
How they stripped me of my dignity and my pride
You stripped me bare.

She Live'd Beside The Anner

She lived beside the Anner
At the foot of Slievenamon
A gentle Irish peasant girl
With wild eye's like the dawn;
Her lips were dewy rosebuds
Her teeth were pearls rare
And a snow-drift ' neath a beechen bough
Her neck and nut brown hair.

How pleasant twas to see her
On a Sunday when the bell
Was filling with it's mellow tones
Lone wood and grassy dell
And when at eve young maidens
Strayed the river bank along.
The widow's brown haired daughter
Was the loveliest of the throng.

Oh' brave, brave Irish girls
We well may call you brave
Sure the least of all your perils
Is the Stormy ocean wave.
When you leave your quite valleys
And cross the Atlantic foam
To hoard your hard-won earnings
For the helpless one's at home.

Write a word to my own dear mother
Say we'll meet with God above
And tell my little brothers
I send them all my love
Mat Angels ever guard them
Is their dying sister's prayer
And folded in the letter
Was a braid of nut brown hair.

Ah' cold and well nigh callous
This weary heart has grown
For thy hapless fate dear Ireland
And for sorrows of my own;
Yet a tear my eye will moisten
When by the Anner side i stray,
For the lilly of the mountain foot
That whithered far away.


Alone all alone by the waved washed strand
And alone in the crowded hall
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But my heart is not here at all
For it flies far away by night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone
And i never will forget the sweet maiden i met
Near the valley near Slievenamon.

It was not the grace of her Queenly air
Nor her cheek of the Roses glow
Nor her soft black eyes or her flowing hair
Nor was it her Lilly white brow
Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth
And a smile like a summers dawn
That stole my heart away one soft summers day
In the valley near Slievenamon

In the festive hall by the star watched shore
Ever my restless spirit cries
My love oh my love
Shall i ne'er see you more
And my land will you ever up rise
By night and and by day
I ever ever pray while lonely my life flows on
To see our flag unrold, and my true love to enfold
In the valley near Slievenamon


Waltzing Matilda.

Now when i was a young man i carried my pack
And i lived the free life of a rover
From the murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said son
It's time to stop rambling there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war,

And the band played waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears and the flag waving cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoili.

Well i remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sands and the water
And how in that hell that they call suvla bay
we were buthchered like lambs at a slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and shot us with shell
And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia.

And the band played waltzing Matilda
As we stopped fro to bury our dear
We buried our and the Turks buried their's
And then it started all over again.

Those who were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood death and fire
And for ten weary weeks i kept myself alive
As around me the corpse's piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when i awoke in me hospital bed
I saw what it had done and i wished i were dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying.

And no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me.

They collected the wounded the crippled and the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind the insane
These proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into circular quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no-one waiting there for me
To mourn, to grieve , and to pity.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
And no-body cheered, they just stood there and stared
And they turned all their faces away.

So now every April i sit on my porch
And i watch the parades pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
These proud wounded hero's of Suvla
I see these old men all tired worn and grey
reliving memories, of a past glory day.
And the young people ask what are they marching for
And i ask myself the same question.

Willie McBride.

Well how do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the hot summer sun
I' ve been walking all day and I' nearly done
I see by your grave stone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen of 1916
I hope you died well and i hope you died clean
For young Willie McBride wasn't slow or obscene

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the dead march, as they lowered you down
And did the band play the last post and chorus.
And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart you are forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed in forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph torn battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

The sun now it shine on the green fields of France
There's a warm summer breeze , it makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shine from under the clouds
There's no gas no barbed wire there's no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's own indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and dammed

Now young Willie McBride i cant help wonder why
Do those who lie here, know why they died
And did they believe when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
Well the sorrows the suffering the glory and the pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again ,
And again ,and again, and again ,and again