Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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Fair at Turloughmore, The
Fair thee well Enniskillen (1)
Fair thee well Enniskillen (2)
Fairy Hills
Farmer Micheal Hayes
Fairytale of New York
Faithful Departed
Farewell To Carlingford
Farewell to Dublin in my tears
Farewell To Dublin City
Farewell To Tarwathie
Farewell To The Rhonda
Farmer Michael Hayes
Father Mallory's Dance
Father Murphy
Fenian record player, The
Fenians' escape, The
Ferryman, The
Fiddlers Green
Fields of Athenry
Fifth day of October, The
Finnegan's wake
Flight of the Earls
Flower Of Scotland
Flower of sweet Strabane
Flying cloud, The
Foggy dew, The
Follow me up to Carlow
For what died the sons of róisin
Forever on my mind
Forty shades of blue
Forty shades of green
Four country roads
Four green fields
Four leaf clover
Free the people
Freedom sons
Frog Kissin'
From Clare to here

Total lyrics: 39

FAITHFUL DEPARTED

This graveyard hides a million secrets,
The trees know more than they can tell
The ghosts of the Saints and the scholars will haunt you
In Heaven and in Hell

Rattle by the glimmer man, the boogie man the holy man
Livin' in the shadow, the shadow of the gunman
Rattled like the coppers in your greasy till,
Rattle till time stood still

Look over your shoulder hear the school bell ring;
Another day of made to measure history
I don't care if your heroes have wings,
Your terrible beauty's been torn

Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
As you are now so once were we
Faithful departed, we the meek hearted,
With graces imparted bring flowers to thee

The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you,
When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two
They cursed you on Sundays and Holy days of abstinence
When you all stayed away

When you slept there a naked light bulb hid your shame
Your shadows on the wall they took all the blame
The Scared Heart's picture compassion in his eyes
Drowned out the river sighs

Let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight
It'll never come between the darkness and the light
There is no pain that can't be eased
By the devil's Holy water and the rosary beads

You're a history book I never could write,
Poetry in paralysis too deep to recite
Dress yourself bless yourself you've won the fight,
We're gonna to celebrate tonight

We'll even climb the pillar like we always meant to,
Watch the sun rise over the strand
Close our eyes and we'll pretend,
It could somehow be the same again

I'll bury you upright so the sun doesn't blind you,
You won't have to gaze at the rain and the stars
Sleep and dream of chapels and bars
And whiskey in the jar

Faithful departed, look what you started,
An underdog's wounds aren't so easy to mend
Faithful departed, there's no broken hearted,
No more tristesse in your world without end

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FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD

When I was young and in my prime
And could wander wild and free
There was always a longing in my mind
To follow the call of the sea

Chorus:
And I'll sing farewell to Carlingford
And farewell to Green O'er
And I'll think of you both day and night
Until I return for shore, until I return for shore

On all of the stormy seven seas
I have sailed before the mast
And of all voyages I ever sailed
I vowed it would be my last

Chorus

Now I had a girl named Mary Doyle
And she lived in Green O'er
And the foremost though that was in her mind
Was to keep me safe on shore

Chorus

Now the land man's life is all his own
He can go or he can stay
But when the gets in your blood
When she calls you must obey

Chorus
Chorus

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FAREWELL TO DUBLIN CITY

I met a girl in Dublin Town and she was fair and handsome
I took her out to Sandymount to see the waters dancing

Chorus:
Blow ye winds and blow forever, Flow sweet Liffey flow
Tonight we sail across the bay, Farewell to Dublin City

In Stephen's Green I softly kissed my darling, lovely Annie
We paused a while in Grafton Street, she said I love you Johnny

Chorus:
Blow ye winds and blow forever, Flow sweet Liffey flow
Tonight we sail across the bay, Farewell to Dublin City

As we walked down through Nassau Street I vowed I'd never leave her
In College Green I held her tight, she said you bold deceiver

Chorus:
Blow ye winds and blow forever, Flow sweet Liffey flow
Tonight we sail across the bay, Farewell to Dublin City

And when we reached O'Connell Street we kissed good-bye forever
For Boston City I was bound and never more to see her

Chorus:
Blow ye winds and blow forever, Flow sweet Liffey flow
Tonight we sail across the bay, Farewell to Dublin City
Blow ye winds and blow forever, Flow sweet Liffey flow
Tonight we sail across the bay, Farewell to Dublin City

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FAREWELL TO TARWATHIE

Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill
And the dear land of Crimmond I'll bid you farewell
We're bound now for Greenland, get ready to sail
In hopes to find riches in hunting the whale

Adieu to my comrades, for awhile must we part
And likewise my dear lass that fair won my heart
The cold ice of Greenland my love will not chill
And the longer our absence more loving we'll feel

Our ship it is well rigged she ready to sail
Our crew they are anxious to follow the whale
Where the iceberg do float and the stormy winds blow
And the land and the ocean are covered with snow

Oh the cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare
No seed time or harvest are ever known there
The birds there sing sweetly o'er the mountain and dale
But there is na' a birdie to sing to the whale

There is no habitation for a man to live there
And the king of that country is the fierce Greenland bear
And there'll be no temptation to tarry long there
Wi' our ship bumper full we will homeward repair

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FAREWELL TO THE RHONDA

Chorus:
Farewell you collier workers the muffler and the cap
Farewell you Rhonda Valley girls we never will come back
The mines they are all closing, the valleys they're all doomed
There's no work in the Rhonda boys, we'll be in London soon

My father was a miner and his father was before him
They always had been proud to work below
Since they fell neath Rowbin's ax, all the lads have had the sack
So away to work in England we must go

Chorus

No more the Chapel singing that long ago has left us
In the public house no more the miner's song
For the pit wheels they are stopping and the population's dropping
And I can't afford to stay here very long

Chorus

Traw Herbert, and Ta Orkney, Tony Penday, and Tim Oweth
Ross Na Condra, Tim Pendra all adieu
For I can no longer wait, while Parliament debates
So a fond farewell I'll bid to all of you

Chorus
Chorus

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FARMER MICHAEL HAYES

I am a bold undaunted fox that never was before on tramp
My rent, rate and taxes I was willing for to pay
I made my name in fine good land between Tipperary and Ochlong
Where my forefathers lived and died a thousand years or so

But then of late I was betrayed by one who was a fool I know,
He told me I should leave the place and show me face no more
And soon as he evicted me, I thought it time that I should flee
So late one night I took his life and left him laying low.

But by telegraph they did insert a great reward for my arrest
My figure, size and form, my name without mistake,
They broke their brogues, one thousand pairs; this great reward for to obtain,
But still their search was all in vain, for Farmer Michael Hayes.

They searched Tipperary o'er and o'er the corn fields near Baltimore,
They went across to Wexford then, but they'd not long delay,
By Ballyhill and Stridmore Strand they searched the woods as they came on.
Till they were hungry, wet and cold, at the approach of day.

Then round the coast they made a steer from Pulbeg lighthouse to Cape Clear,
Kilarney town and the sweet Tralee, they then crossed into Clare,
And when they landed on the shore, they searched Kilrush from tip to toe,
They searched the baths near sweet Lisdoon, Likewise Miltown Malbay.

And Galway being a place of fame, they thought twas there I might remain,
But still their search was all in vain, for I gave them all leg bail,
They searched the train at Oranmore, as she was starting for Drumore,
And every carriage, car and coach they met upon the road.

And Connemara being remote, they thought that there I might resort,
When they were getting weary, they resolved to try Mayo,
In Swinford town as I sat down, I heard a dreadful cry of hounds,
So I lay there in a manger, till the approach of day.

Then to Dublin town I made my way, and then to Cobh and Amerikay,
And left the hounds to search away for Farmer Michael Hayes,
And as the moon began to shine, I thought I'd make a foreign clime,
Now I'm in the land of liberty, and fig for all my foes.

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FATHER MALLORY'S DANCE

Old Father McVay fair blesses the day, of his young priest's selection.
Not since God knows when there's full houses again, and a decent collection.
And the old church hall floor is heaving once more,
With a Friday night band in full roar.
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.

It's plain and well known it's for him alone, their hearts are all pining.
There's an almighty gasp when he loosens the clasp, of his collar stiff and shining.
And with his neck bare and bold he hugs and he holds, all the females over 60 years old.
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.

The boys sit and stare it's a hard cross they bear, there's less jiving than jitting.
The girls in fine show all sit in a row, like wallflowers wilting.
Fellers fume and frustrate while the old women wait, and the band crucifies Dire Straits,
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.

All chosen and chaste, my God what a waste! Are there vows he would question?
Or does he relish the test of each heaving breast, Full of hope and suggestion?
When he finally speaks they blush to their cheeks,
He says, 'see you all at confession next week,
And the girls are watching young Father Mallory dance.

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Frog Kissin'

Do you remember in the fairy tale, how the wicked witches spell
Turned the handsome prince to a toad?
By the power of a potion, she handed him the notion
He was lower than the dirt in the road.
And though she left him green and warted, her evil plans were thwarted
Their chanced to happen by a young miss
Who inspite of his complexion, offered him affection
And broke the wicked curse with her kiss

So if you've never been frog kissing
Then you don't know what you've been missin',
There's a wealth of opportunity under each and every log.
And if you've never been charm-breakin',
Then you've never been handsome prince makin'.
You've got to slow down, turn around, bend down,
Kiss you a frog!

Once upon a time ago, I was down and feelin' low
Like a lonely frog in a pond
My life was just a joke, and I was just about to croak
Cuz I'd be zapped by life's wicked wand.
But in the depths of my depression, there came a true expression
Of love from a person so sweet.
She gave me warm fuzzy feelings, feelings that were healin'
And she knocked me off my little webbed feet.

There's a happy-ever-after-land, deep in the heart of man
Where a prince and princess abides.
But all we get are glimpses, of the happy prince or princess
'Cauce they're covered with a green warty hide.
Though they're full of life's potential, they're lacking one essential
To enable them to shine like a star.
That's a handsome guy or missus, to smother them with kisses
And love them just the way that they are.

That's the secret of frog kissing
You can do it too if you'll just listen
There's a wealth of opportunity under each and every log.
That's the secret of charm-breakin',
That's the secret of handsome prince makin'.
You've got to slow down, turn around, bend down,
Kiss you a...
You've got to slow down, turn around, bend down,
Kiss you a...
You've got to slow down, turn around, bend down,
Kiss you a frog!

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Flower Of Scotland

O flower of Scotland when will we see your likes again
That fought and died for your wee bit hill and glen

And stood against them Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward to think again

The hills are bare now and autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held

Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now And be the nation again

The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie vacant still
O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held

O Flower of Scotland When will we see your like again
That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen

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Four Leaf Clover

   I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover
   I'm looking over a four leaf clover
   That I over-looked before.
   One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
   Third is the roses that grows in the lane.
   No need explaining the one remaining
   Is somebody I adore.
   I'm looking over a four leaf clover
   That I over-looked before!

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Fields of Athenry

   By the lonely prison wall.
   I heard a young girl calling.
   Michael, they are taking you away, for you
   stole Trevelyn's corn
   So the young might see the morn.
   Now a prisonship lies waiting in the bay.

   (Chorus)
   Low lie, the Fields of Athenry, where
   once we watched the small free birds fly.
   Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing.
   It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

   By a lonely prison wall
   I heard a young man calling.
   Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
   Against the Famine and the Crown
   I rebelled, they ran me down.
   Now you must raise our child with dignity.

(Chorus repeat)

   By a lonely harbour wall
   She watched the last star falling.
   And that prison ship sailed out against the sky.
   Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
   for her love in Botany Bay.
   It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

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Four green fields

   "What did I have?" said the fine old woman.
   "Whad did I have?" this proud old woman did say
   "I had four green fields, each one was a jewel,
   But strangers came and tried to take them from me
   I had fine strong sons, they fought to save my jewels;
   They fought and died, and that was my grief" said she.

   "Long time ago" said the fine old woman
   "Long time ago" this proud old woman did say
   "There was war and death, plundering and pillage
   My children starved, by mountain, valley and sea
   And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens;
   My four green fields ran red with their blood" said she.

   "What have I now?" said the proud old woman
   "What have I now?" this proud old woman did say
   "I have four green fields, one of them`s in bondage
   In stranger`s hands that tried to take it from me
   But my sons have sons as brave as were their fathers;
   My fourth green field shall bloom once again" said she.

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Four Country Roads

Four country roads, winding to a town in County Galway
Four country roads, leading to the friends I left behind
Four dusty roads, winding to the town of Glenamaddy
Four dusty roads, forever in the caverns of my mind

Once in a while
I hear the sound of music in the winter night
I see now and then
The trees where we sheltered from the rain
And once in a while
I see us walking home in the morning light
And oft are the times
I long to see my home town once again

Four roads to Glenamaddy
Four roads that drift apart
Four roads to Glenamaddy
Are the four dusty byways to my heart

One country road
Led me to the schoolhouse by the meadow
And one country road
To the churchyard where my Mum and Daddy lie
One dusty road
Where I strolled with a loved one in the shadows
And one dusty road
That led me on my journey far away

Chorus - 2nd verse - Chorus X 2 & ends
The four country highways to my heart.

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Forty Shades Of Blue

Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet
And you've drank your last brass farthin'
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette
And the sounds from CBGBs are comfortin' to you
Then you think of the green fields of Ireland
And you feel 40 shades of blue

Ah you're back on the drink since September
And your head feels like a sieve
And you know that you're goin' from bad to worse
But you just don't give a shit
And the hymns from the Sally Army sound heavenly and true
Then you think of your friends and your family
And you feel 40 shades of blue

Ah you've got a great future behind you
But you're goin' nowhere fast
Just up and down the Bowery from Canal Street to old St. Marks
And you wonder what she's up to now
Did she really find somebody new
Ah how the hell could she just walk out like that
On your 40 shades of blue

And you wonder how it came to this
Was it always in the cards
'Cause workin' is for idiots
And you loved the smell of bars
And the letters that you sent back home
Were full of all the things you'd done
But they don't say you're down there on Bleecker Street
With your hand out on the bum

Now the dawn's comin' up on the Bowery
And you're heartsick and soakin' wet
With your tongue hangin' out for some Irish Rose
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette
"And someday I'm gonna give up this drinkin'
But then maybe someday I'll win the lottery too
Then I'll go back home to old Wexford Town
And paint her 40 shades off blue"

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Forty Shades Of Green

I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle
To the shores of Dona'dee
I miss the River Shannon and folks at Skibereen
The Moorlands and the Meadows
And their forty shades of green

But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips
As soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do
The things I've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
And there's forty shades of green

(break)

I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers
Drain the bog and spade the turf
To see again the thatching
Of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green

Chorus & ends
Where the breeze is sweet as shalimar
And there's forty shades of green

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Forever on my Mind

Darkened years of winter have passed
Summer waits for spring before it lives
Blanket clad and wasted the winter has been long
No gleam of hope a thoughtless nation gives
In silence we walked through the streets
As one by one our hungerstrikers died.

O'Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands,
Doherty and Lynch
McDonnell, Hurson, McIlwee, Devine

Their memory is forever in my mind
Pictures of their faces in my eyes
My sorrow and grief will not subside
And my love for them I will not diguise
In silence we walked through the streets
As one by one our hungerstrikers died.

O'Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands,
Doherty and Lynch
McDonnell, Hurson, McIlwee, Devine

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FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW

Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure;
Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.

Ch.: Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Feagh will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up with halbert out with sword
On we'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow.

See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.

From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Oge O'More, sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.

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Foggy Dew, The

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.

'Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathl Brugha*,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

*Some versions use: "Valera true"

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FLYING CLOUD, THE

My name is Arthur Hollandin, as you may understand
I was born ten miles from Dublin Town, down on the salt-sea strand,
When I was young and' comely, sure, good fortune on me shone,
My parents loved me tenderly for I was their only son.

My father he rose up one day and with him I did go,
He bound me as a butcher's boy to Pearson of Wicklow,
1 wore the bloody apron there for three long years and more,
Till I shipped on board of The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

It was on Bermuda's island that I met with Captain Moore,
The Captain of The Flying Cloud, the pride of Baltimore,
I undertook to ship with him on a slaving voyage to go,
To the burning shores of Africa, where the sugar cane does grow.

It all went well until the day we reached old Africa's shore,
And five hundred of them poor slaves, me boys, from their native land we bore,
Each man was loaded down with chains as we made them walk below,
Just eighteen inches of space was all that each man had to show.

The plague it came and fever too and killed them off like flies,
We dumped their bodies on the deck and hove them overside,
For sure, the dead were the lucky ones for they'd have to weep no more,
Nor drag the chain and feel the lash in slavery for evermore.

But now our money it is all spent, we must go to sea once more,
And all but five remained to listen to the words of Captain Moore,
'There's gold and silver to be had if with me you'll remain,
Let's hoist the pirate flag aloft and sweep the Spanish Main.'

The Flying Cloud was a Yankee ship, five hundred tons or more,
She could outsail any clipper ship hailing out of Baltimore,
With her canvas white as the driven snow and on it there's no specks,
And forty men and fourteen guns she carried below her decks.

We plundered many a gallant ship down on the Spanish Main,
Killed many a man and left his wife and children to remain,
To none we showed no kindness but gave them watery graves ,
For the saying of our captain was: "Dead men tell no tales. "

We ran and fought with many a ship, both frigates and liners too,
Till, at last, a British Man-O-War, The Dunmow, hove in view,
She fired a shot across our bows as we ran before the wind,
And a chainshot cut our mainmast down and we fell far behind.

They beat our crew to quarters as they drew up alongside,
And soon across our quarter-deck there ran a crimson tide,
We fought until they killed our captain and twenty of our men,
Then a bombshell set our ship on fire, we had to surrender then.

It's now to Newgate we have come, bound down with iron chains ,
For the sinking and the plundering of ships on the Spanish Main,
The judge he has condemned us and we are condemned to die.
Young men a warning by me take and shun all piracy.

Farewell to Dublin City. and the girl that I adore,
I'll never kiss your cheek again nor hold your hand no more,
Whiskey and bad company have made a wretch of me,
Young men, a warning by me take and shun all piracy.

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Flight of the Earls

I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room
And the Paper-boys are singing in the rain
Not be long before they take us to the Airport and the noise
To get onboard a Trans-Atlantic plane

We've got nothing left to stay for,we have no more left to say
And there isn't any work for us to do
So farewell you boys and girls another bloody flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export too

It's not murder,fear or famine that makes us leave this time
We're not going to join McAlpines fusiliers
We've got brains and we've got vision,we've got education too
But we just can't throw away these precious years

So we walk the streets of London and the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night in several Boston bars
We're the leaders of the future but we're far away from home
And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars

As we look on Ellis Island and the lady in the bay
And Manhattan turns to face another Sunday
We just wonder what you're doing to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday

Because it's not the work that scares us,we don't mind an honest job
And we know things will get better once again
So a thousand times adieu,we've got Bono and U2
All we're missing is the Guiness and the rain

So switch off your new Computers cos the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin Airport or the boat that leaves North Wall
There'll be no Youth unemployment anymore

Because we're over here in Queensland and in parts of New South Wales
We're on the seas and airways and the trains
But if we see better days those big airplanes go both ways
And we'll all be coming back to you again

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FINNEGAN'S WAKE

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
Well he had a tongue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
Ah but Tim had a sort of tipplin way
With the love of the liquor he was born
And to send him on his way each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn

Chorus
Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn'-n't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And they laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

Well his friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
Well first they brought in tay and cake
The pipes, tobacco and brandy punch
Then Widow Malone began to cry
'Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?'
'Will ye hould your gob?' said Molly McGee

Well Mary O'Connor took up the job
'Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure'
Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Well civil war did then engage
Woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a runction soon began

Well Tim Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
He ducked and, landing on the bed
The whiskey scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises
Tim Finnegan rising in the bed
Saying 'Whittle your whiskey around like blazes
T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?'

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FIFTH DAY OF OCTOBER, THE

There's many a date in history of which the poet sings,
Of battles won and battles lost, of emperors and kings.
But the fifth day of October stays in my mem'ry yet.
For the things I saw in Derry town I never will forget.

Now poverty and hardship have long been Ireland's lot,
And some would say that Paddy's land is a place that's best forgot,
But I'm a true-born Derry man and never run away,
So with the few I joined the queue in the march that fateful day.

The Police came on like bully boys and told us we must cease,
For Derry town was not our own for marching where we please,
And wiser men and better had given this advice,
And if we dared to disagree we would pay an awful price.

And then the gang advanced on us, the tyrants' hireling crew,
And smiling in their viciousness their sticks and batons drew,
On the fifth day of October I saw sights that warmed my brain,
The screams and shouts or injured men, and the awful cries of pain.

Oh! Fools have ruled o'er men before, but always comes a time
Though beaten low by savage foe from off their knees they climb,
And woe be to the tyrants when the people's wrath is shown,
When corruption's laws and despot's cause are forever overthrown.

Come all you true-born working men and list awhile to me,
The fifth day of October will always precious be;
And freedom's torch that Derry lit will kindle far and wide
When the struggle's done and we've overcome, we can hold our head with pride.

from: J. McDonnell (Ed.) Songs of struggle and protest, 1979.
The notes to this song from the above mentioned book: "...The first
Civil Rights march was held successfully in Dungannon in August
1968. The events set out in the ballad The Fifth Day of October
occured when a Civil Rights march in Derry on October fifth, 1968,
was attacked by the police, using batons, water cannon, and the
dreaded CS gas.."

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FIDDLER'S GREEN

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Won't you take ma away boys me time is not long

chorus
Wrap me up in me oil-skin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you some day in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

When you get on the docks and the long trip is through
Ther's pubs and ther's clubs and ther's lassies there too
When the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And ther's bottles of rum growing from every tree

Now, I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song

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Ferryman, The

The little boat had gone from the breast of An Liffey
And the Ferrymen were stranded on the Quay
Ah the Dublin docks are dying and a way of life is gone
And sure Molly it was part of you and me

chorus...
Where the strawberry beds sweep down to the liffey
We'll kiss away the worries from my brow
I loved you well today and I'll love you more tomorrow
If you ever loved me Molly love me now

It was the only job I knew,it was hard but never lonely
The Liffey ferry made a man of me
Now it's gone without a whisper and forgotten even now
Sure it's over,Molly over can't you see

chorus...
........instrumental..........

And now I'll tell me yarn and I'll spend me days a-talkin'
And I'll hear the whisper,"Charlie's on the Dole"
But Molly we're still livin' and darlin' we're still young
And the Liffey never owned my heart and soul

chorus...

repeat chorus & last line...

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FENIANS' ESCAPE, THE

Now boys, if you will listen, a story I'll relate
I'll tell you of the noble men who from their foe escaped.
Though bound with Saxon fetters in the dark Australian jail,
They struck a blow for freedom and for Yankeeland set sail.

On the seventeenth of April last the Stars and Stripes did fly
On board the bark Catalpa, waving proudly to the sky;
She showed the green above the red as she did calmly lay
Prepared to take the Fenian boys in safety o'er the sea.

When Breslin and brave Desmond brought the prisoners to the shore,
They gave one shout for freedom; soon to bless them evermore.
And manned by gallant Irish hearts, pulled towards the Yankee shore,
For well they knew, from its proud folds, no tyrant could them drag.

They had nearly reached in safety the Catalpa taut and trim,
When fast approaching them they saw a vision dark and dim.
It was the gunboat Georgette, and on her deck there stood,
One hundred hired assassins, to shed each patriot's blood.

The gunboat reached the bounding bark and fired across her bow,
Then in loud voice commanded that the vessel should heave to.
But noble Captain Anthony in thunder tones did cry,
"You dare not fire a shot at that bright flag that floats on high."

"My ship is sailing peacefully beneath that flag of stars,
It's manned by Irish hearts of oak and manly Yankee tars;
And that dear emblem near the fore, so plain to be seen,
Is is the banner I'll protect, old Ireland's flag of green."

The Britisher he sailed away, from the Stars and Stripes he ran,
He knew his chance was slim to fight the boys of Uncle Sam;
So Hogan, Wilson, Harrington, with Darragh off did go;
With Hassett and bold Cranston, soon to whip the Saxon foe.

Here's luck to Captain Anthony who well these men did free,
He dared the English man-o'-war to fight him on the sea;
And here's to that dear emblem which in triumph shall be seen
The flag for which our heroes fought, old Ireland's flag of green.

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Fenian Record Player, The

Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Ulster Prod
Who thought that Ian Paisley was one step down from God
He scorned the little children, in the backstreets of Ardoyne
And he thought that history started with the Battle of the Boyne (repeat)

One day he took the brick in his hands and dandered up the Falls
He was singing ‘Up the Rangers’ and hummin’ Derry’s Walls
He broke the big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome
He took the record player and then he started home (repeat)

Next night they had a hooley at the local Orange Hall
Wee Willie took his player to make music for the boys
He chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind
But when the music started he nearly lost his mind (repeat)

This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core
It played out songs the Orange Hall had never heard before
For Golly’s (?) Brae and Derry’s Walls it didn’t give a fig
It speeded up God Save the Queen till it sounded like a jig (repeat)

Well the boys were plain demented, to the ground Wee Will was thrown
They kicked his ribs in one by one to the tune of Garryowen
They threw him out the window to the song of Old Sinn Fein
They kicked him all down Sandy Row to a Nation Once Again (repeat)

There’s a moral to this story, what it is I cannot say
Oh maybe its the ancient curse, crime it will not pay
If you ask Wee Willie McFadden, he’ll say “you’re kind, you know” (?)
If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road (repeat)

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FATHER MURPHY

Come all you warriors and renowned nobles
Give ear unto my warlike theme
While I relate how brave Father Murphy
He lately roused from his sleepy dream
Sure Julius Caesar nor Alexander
Nor brave King Arthur ever equalled him
For armies formidable he did conquer
Though with two pikemen he did begin

Camolin cavalry he did unhorse them
Their first lieutenant he cut him down
With shattered ranks and with broken columns
They soon returned to Camolin town
At the hill of Oulart he displayed his valour
Where a hundred Corkmen lay on the plain
At Enniscorthy his sword he wielded
And I hope to see him once more again

When Enniscorthy became subject unto him
Twas then to Wexford we marched our men
And on the Three Rock took up our quarters
Waiting for daylight the town to win
The loyal townsmen gave their assistance
We will die or conquer they all did say
The yeomen cavalry made no resistance,
For on the pavement their corpses lay

With drums a-beating the town did echo
And acclamations came from door to door
On the Windmill Hill we pitched our tents then
We drank like heroes but paid no score
On Carraig Rua for some time we waited
And next to Gorey we did repair
At Tubberneering we thought no harm
The bloody army was waiting there

The issue of it was a close engagement
While on the soldiers we played warlike pranks
Through the sheepwalks, hedgerows and shady thickets
There were mangled bodies and broken ranks
The shuddering cavalry, I can't forget them
We raised the brushes on their helmets straight
They turned about and made straight for Dublin
As though they ran for a ten pound plate

Now, some crossed Donnybrook and more through Blackrock
And some up Shankhill without wound or flaw
And if Barry Lawless be not a liar
There was more went groaning up Luggela
To the Windmill Hill of Enniscorthy,
The British Fencibles they fled like deers
But our ranks were tattered and sorely scattered
By the loss o Kyan and his Shelamaliers

The streets of England were left quite naked
Of all their army both foot and horse
The Highlands Scotland were left unguarded
Likewise the Hessians the seas did cross
But if the Frenchmen had reinforced us
And landed transports at Baginbun
Father John Murphy, he would be their seconder
And sixteen thousand with him would come

Success attend you sweet County Wexford
Threw off the yoke and to battle run
Let them not think we gave up our arms
For every man still has a pike and gun

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FAIRY HILLS (To the tune of "Si Bheag Si Mhor")

Long long ago in this ancient land
A battle took place where two hills now stand
And on the plain there lay the slain
For neither the battle was won

So the bard did sing of these fairy hills
Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils
One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor
And never the battle is won

Beneath these hills great heroes lie
Of the Red Branch Knights and their ancient foe
In still of night the immortals fight
But never the battle is won

And so the harper was told these fairy tales
Of these fairy hills of the ancient Gaels
One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor
And never the battle is won

Twas after the battle the prophet foretold
No rest would be found for these warriors bold
Till they unite and fight one common foe
And then would the battle be won.

So then the harper wrote of these fairy hills
Where bloom the white flowers and daffodils
One big one small Si Bheag Si Mhor
And never the battle is won

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THE FAIR AT TURLOUGHMORE

Come tell me, dearest mother, what makes my father stay
Or what can be the reason that he's been so long away?
Oh hold your tongue, my darling son, your tears do grieve me sore
I fear he has been murdered at the fair of Turloughmore

Come all you tender Christians I hope you will draw near
It's of this dreadful murder I mean to let you hear
Concerning those poor people whose loss we do deplore
The Lord have mercy on their souls, they died at Turloughmore

'Twas on the first of August the truth I will declare
Those people they assembled that day all at the fair
But little was their notion what evil was in store
All by the bloody Peelers at the fair of Turloughmore

Were you to see that dreadful sight 'twould grieve your heart I know
To see those lovely women and the men all lying low
God help their tender parents, they will never see them more
For cruel was their murder at the fair of Turloughmore

It's for that base bloodthirsty crew remark the word I say
The Lord he will reward them against the Judgement Day
The blood they've taken innocent for it they'll suffer sore
And the treatment that they gave to us that day at Turloughmore

The morning of their trial as they stood in the dock
The words they spoke were feeling, the people round them flock
"I tell you judge and jury, the truth I will declare
It was Brew that ordered us to fire, that evening at the fair"

Now to conclude and finish this sad and doleful lay
I hope their souls are happy against the Judgement Day
It was little time they got, we know, when they fell like new-mown hay
May the Lord have mercy on their souls against the Judgment Day

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FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last

I could have been someone
So could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

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FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN (1)

Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day
From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away
They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main
To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain

Chorus:
Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while
And all around the borders of Erin's green isle
And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom
And you'll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons

Oh Spain it is a gallant land where wine and ale flow free
There's lots of lovely women there to dandle on your knee
And often in a tavern there we'd make the rafters ring
When every soldier in the house would raise his glass and sing

Chorus

Well we fought for Ireland's glory there and many a man did fall
From musket and from bayonet and from thundering cannon ball
And many a foeman we laid low, amid the battle throng
And as we prepared for action you would often hear this song

Chorus

Well now the fighting's over and for home we have set sail
Our flag above this lofty ship is fluttering in the gale
They've given us a pension boys of fourpence each a day
And when we reach Enniskillen never more we'll have to say

Chorus

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FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN (2)

Chorus:
Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while
To all your fair waters and every green isle
Oh your green isle will flourish your fair waters flow
While I from old Ireland an exile must go

Her hair is as brown as the young raven's wing
Her eyes are as clear as the blue-bell of spring Father Once Said To Me

In 1916, in the year of our Lord
fighting came to Ireland, like it never had before
For freedom comes to those who fight for its day
so I picked up my rifle and joined the IRA

My great grandfather once said to his son:
the brits will leave before this year is done
This war will soon be in the past and Ireland
will be free at last Cause it won't be long until we've won
that`s what my great grandfather said to his son

A free and united Ireland was our only desire
And the best of the British Army couldn't put out that fire
But a deal with the devil was soon put forth
Freedom for the South and nothing for the North

Well, this didn't seem really right with me
For Ireland is one from sea to sea
And the IRA said our job's not done
So off to the North I went with my gun

We fought in the fields, we fought in the streets
And the English knew we couldn't be beat
We fought with rifles, we fought with rocks
And sent many a soldier home in a box

The fight has been long and many have fell
And we weep for the rebels who starved alone in a cell
For the price of our freedom is paid with blood
of those IRA men who have died in the mud

Is life so sweet or is peace so dear?
That the weight of chains are easy to bear
For freedom comes to those who fight for its day
So pick up your rifle and join the IRA

Now I am a father and I have a son
The brits are still here, they haven't gone
And Ireland bleeds every year
For in the North there is death and fear
Until it's free, I'll keep my gun
That's what I'm going to tell my son

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FAREWELL TO DUBLIN IN MY TEARS

Fare thee well until we meet again down by the Liffey water
I'll bid larewell to Dublin and her streets of cobblestones
I'm going away to leave you, my friends and all the girls too
Till I return to see you farewell old Dublin town

To the City of our fathers where friend and foe have gathered
Where the Norman, Dane and Saxon have mingled with he Gael
Administered the kingdom and soon the Pale was reeling
To cradle Ireland's freedom in dear old Dublin town

Down by the river Poddle there was whiskey stout and coddle
it was there with all the gentle folk, we laughed and danced and sang
And courted with your daughters and swam around your waters
And seen our buildings slaughtered in dear Old Dublin Town

I remember in my childhood her mountains and her wild woods
I've read of all her heroes in a classroom as a boy
Of Thomas Street where Emmet died, in Sackville Street they
fought with pride Of when brave Wolfe Tone did ride through dear old Dublin town

Her poets they were many and her writers they were plenty
There was Swift with all his little men and Joyce's Molly Bloom
Our heroes they're an unsung gang there's Forty Coats and ould
Bang Bang And Zozimus who always sang of dear old.Dublin town

And now I'm standing on the Quay, my destiny's uncertain
Where fortunes have been lost and won with he dealing of a hand
The past it is a purple haze, the future is an untold maze
The present is another gaze at dear old Dublin Town

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FARMER MICHAEL HAYES
"Farewell To Eirin"

I am a bold undaunted fox that never was before on tramp
My rent, rate and taxes I was willing for to pay
I made my name in fine good land
Between Tipperary and Ochlong
Where my forefathers lived and died
A thousand years or so

But then of late I was betrayed
By one who was a fool I know,
He told me I should leave the place
And show me face no more
And soon as he evicted me
I thought it time that I should flee
So late one night I took his life and left him laying low

But by telegraph they did insert a great reward for my arrest
My figure, size and form, my name without mistake
They broke their brogues, one thousand pairs
This great reward for to obtain
But still their search was all in vain
For Farmer Michael Hayes

They searched Tipperary o'er and o'er
The corn fields near Baltimore
They went across to Wexford then
But they'd not long delay
By Ballyhill and Stridmore Strand
They searched the woods as they came on
Till they were hungry, wet and cold
At the approach of day

Then round the coast they made a steer
From Pulbeg lighthouse to Cape Clear
Killarney town and the sweet Tralee
They then crossed into Clare
And when they landed on the shore
They searched Kilrush from tip to toe
They searched the baths near sweet Lisdoon
Likewise Miltown Malbay

And Galway being a place of fame
They thought 'twas there I might remain
But still their search was all in vain
For I gave them all legbail
They searched the train at Oranmore
As she was starting for Drumore
And every carriage, car and coach
They met upon the road

And Connemara being remote
They thought that there I might resort
When they were getting weary, they resolved to try Mayo
In Swinford town as I sat down
I heard a dreadful cry of hounds
So I lay there in an manger, till the approach of day

Then to Dublin town I made my way
And then to Cobh and Amerikay
And left the hounds to search away
For Farmer Michael Hayes
And as the moon began to shine
I thought I'd make a foreign clime
Now I'm in the land of liberty, and fig for all my foes

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FLOWER OF SWEET STRABANE

If I were King of Ireland's Isle
And had all things at my will
I'd roam for recreation
And I'd seek for comfort still
The comfort I would ask for
So that you may understand
Is to win the heart of Martha
The Flower of Sweet Strabane

Her cheeks they are a ruby red
Her hair a lovely brown
And o'er her milk white shoulders
It carelessly hangs down
She is the fairest creature
And the pride of all her clan
And my heart is captivated
By the flower of Sweet Strabane

Well I've been in the Phoenix Park
And in Killarney fair
The lovely glens of Antrim
And the winding banks of Clare
In all my earthly travels
I never yet met one
That could compare, I do declare
With the Flower of Sweet Strabane

But since I cannot gain her love
No joy there is for me
And I must seek forgetfulness
In lands across the sea
Unless she cares to follow me
I swear by my right hand
McKenna's face you'll ne'er more see
My Flower of Sweet Strabane

So it's farewell to sweet Derry Quay
New Mills and Waterside
I'll sail out o'er the ocean
Whatever may betide
I'll sail away from Derry Quay
Out by the Isle of Man
And I'll bid farewell to Martha
The Flower of Sweet Strabane

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FOR WHAT DIED THE SONS OF ROISIN

For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame?
For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame?
For what flowed Irelands blood in rivers
That began when Brian chased the Dane
And did not cease nor has not ceased
With the brave sons of '16
For what died the sons of Róisín, was it fame?

For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it greed?
For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it greed?
Was it greed that drove Wolfe Tone to a paupers death in a cell of cold wet stone?
Will German, French or Dutch inscribe the epitaph of Emmet?
When we have sold enough of Ireland to be but strangers in it
For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it greed?

To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
To those brave men who fought and died that Róisín live again with pride?
Her sons at home to work and sing
Her youth to dance and make her valleys ring
Or the faceless men who for Mark and Dollar
Betray her to the highest bidder
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?

For what suffer our patriots today?
For what suffer our patriots today?
They have a language problem, so they say
How to write "No Trespass" must grieve their heart full sore
We got rid of one strange language now we are faced with many, many more
For what suffer our patriots today?

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FREEDOM SONS

Chorus:
They were the men with the vision the men with the cause
The men who defied their oppressors laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slavery they were freedoms sons

At Easter time 1916
When flowers bloomed and leaves were green
There dawned a day when freedoms cry
Called on brave men come fight or die

In Dublin town they fought and died
With Pearse McDermott and McBride
Ourselves alone their battle cry
And freedom rang through that Easter sky

A poets dream had sparked that flame
A raging fire it soon became
And from that fire of destiny
Arose a nation proud and free

Six counties are in bondage still
They died brave men was this their will
Until we're free and oppression ceased
Only then brave men shall sleep in peace

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FREE THE PEOPLE

Laws were made for people and the law can never scorn
The right of a man to be free

Chorus:
Free the people, let them have their say
Free the people, let them see the light of day

Addys Madden was breaking when they took her man away
Not knowing what was his crime
Just what he was guilty of not one of them could say
But they think of something in time
He says "Goodbye and remember, we shall overcome"

Comforting her children softly crying in the night
She tries very hard to explain
"You know your daddy never did a thing that wasn't right
So soon he's bound to be home again
He is a good man and he shall overcome"

But does is profit him, the right to be born
If he suffers the loss of liberty
Laws were made for people and the law can never scorn
The right of a man to be free
We are the people and we shall overcome
We are the people and we shall overcome

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FROM CLARE TO HERE

Well there's four of us who share the room, we work hard for the brass
And getting up late on Sunday, I never go to mass

Chorus
It's a long long way from Clare to here
It's a long long way from Clare to here
Oh, it's a long long way, it gets further day by day
It's a long long way from Clare to here

When Friday night comes around and Eddy's only in the fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing

Well it almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I promised I'd be coming back with pockets full of green

I dream I hear a piper play maybe it's emotion
I dream I see white horses dance on that other ocean

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Beer Belly band

Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

F

FAITHFUL DEPARTED

FAREWELL TO CARLINGFORD

FAREWELL TO DUBLIN CITY

FAREWELL TO TARWATHIE

FAREWELL TO THE RHONDA

FARMER MICHAEL HAYES

FATHER MALLORY'S DANCE

Frog Kissin'

Flower Of Scotland

Four Leaf Clover

Fields of Athenry

Four green fields

Four Country Roads

Forty Shades Of Blue

Forty Shades Of Green

Forever on my Mind

FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW

Foggy Dew, The

FLYING CLOUD, THE

Flight of the Earls

FINNEGAN'S WAKE

FIFTH DAY OF OCTOBER, THE

FIDDLER'S GREEN

Ferryman, The

FENIANS' ESCAPE, THE

Fenian Record Player, The

FATHER MURPHY

FAIRY HILLS (To the tune of "Si Bheag Si Mhor")

THE FAIR AT TURLOUGHMORE

FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN (1)

FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN (2)

FAREWELL TO DUBLIN IN MY TEARS

FARMER MICHAEL HAYES "Farewell To Eirin"

FLOWER OF SWEET STRABANE

FOR WHAT DIED THE SONS OF ROISIN

FREEDOM SONS

FREE THE PEOPLE

FROM CLARE TO HERE

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