Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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I Don't Know
I Know My Love
I know where I'm goin'
I Know Who Is Sick
I Useta Lover
I Was Told By Me Aunt
I Will Go
I Will Love You
I Will Love You Till I Die
I Wish That I Never Had Wed
I Wish They'd Do It Now
I.R.E.L.A.N.D
If I Had A Million Ducats
If I was a blackbird
If you're Irish...
If we only had old Ireland over here.
I'll Drink From Dusk Til Dawn
I'll take you home again Kathleen
I'll tell me ma
It's a great day for the Irish
I'm a rover and seldom sober
Ireland
Ireland's Call
Irish Ballad
Irish emigrant, The
Irish Free State, The
Irish mail robber, The
Irish rover, The
Irish soldier boy
Irish soldier laddie
Irish washerwoman / Corporal Casey
Irish ways and Irish laws
Irishman epistle to the officers and troops at Boston, An
Isle of Inisfree
Isn't It Grand, Boys?
It was pretty to be in Ballinderry

Total lyrics: 36

I DON'T KNOW

I don't know these Irishmen they call the six of Birmingham
I only know that someone lied in that court when those men were tried
And I don't why justice failed and Irishmen wound up in jail
I only know that someone lied and those six men still wait inside

Sixteen years is a long, long time but I believe that the greatest crime
Was you and me we did not care we thought maybe they deserved to be there
So we all sang about Nelson Mandela, South Africa Apartheid
South America as well as any kind of politics, but said nothing about the Birmingham Six

Now we all admit our shame we didn't fall for the patriot game
We left them there, the years went by, we didn't care if they lived or died
Now we know they are innocent and we wait for those in
Government, to give them back their dignity, and release them unconditionally.

Sixteen years is a long, long time but I believe that the greatest crime
Was you and me we did not care we thought maybe they deserved to be there

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I KNOW MY LOVE

I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love in a jacket blue
And if my love leaves me what will I do

Chorus:
And still she cried I love him the best
And a troubled mind sure 'twill know no rest
And still she cried bonny boys are few
And if my love leaves me what will I do

There is a dance hall in the Mardyke
And it's there my love he goes every night
And he sits a queer one down on his knees
And don't you know how it vexes me

Chorus

If my love knew I could wash and wring
And if my love knew I could weave and spin
I would weave a coat of the fines kind
But the want money leaves me behind

Chorus

I know my love is a handsome Rover
And I know he'll roam the whole world over
And in dear old Ireland no longer tarry
And an English girl sure he's sure to marry

Chorus

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I KNOW WHO IS SICK

I know who is sick I know who is sorry
I know who I'll wed but the lord knows who I'll marry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O

I have stockings of silk shoes of fine green leather
Combs to buckle my hair rings for every finger
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O

Feather beds are soft painted rooms are bonny
But I would trade them all for to go with my love Johnny
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O

Some say he is dark but I say he is bonny
Fairest of them all is my handsome, winsome Johnny
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O

I know who is sick I know who is sorry
I know who I'll wed but the lord knows who I'll marry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O

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I USETA LOVER

I have fallen for another; she can make her own way home
And even if she asked me now, I'd let her go alone
I use to see her up the chapel, when she went to Sunday Mass
She'd go up to receive; I'd kneel down there and watch her pass
The glory of her ass

Chorus:
I use to love her, I use to love her, once, long, long time ago
I use to love her, I use to love her, once, long, long time ago
It's gone, all my lovin' is gone

Do you remember her collecting for concern on Christmas Eve
She was on a forty-eight hour fast, just water and black tea
I walked straight up and made a ostentatious contribution
I winked at her, to tell her, I'd seduce her in the future
When she's feeling looser

Chorus

So now you know the truth of it, she's no longer my obsession
All the thoughts and dreams I had of her would take six months in confession
But I met this young one Thursday night and she's into free expression
And her mission is to rid the world of this in full repression
Then we had a session

Chorus:
I use to love her, I use to love her, once, long, long time ago
I use to love her, I use to love her, once, long, long time ago
It's gone, all my lovin' is gone
Well it's gone, long, long gone
All my lovin' is gone, long, long gone
All my lovin' is gone, long, long gone
All my lovin' is gone, long, long gone
I have fallen for another; she can make her own way home

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I WAS TOLD BY ME AUNT

I was told by me aunt I was told by me mother
That going to a wedding would bring on another
But if I thought that faith I'd go without a bidding
For oh from my heart I'd been longing for a wedding
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day

My sister Annie and she's younger than I am
She had so many sweethearts she's going to deny them
But here's to me self faith I haven't got so many
But oh from me heart I'd be thankful for any
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day

And my sister Ellen and she's not yet forsaken
At the age of seventeen a bride she was taken
At the age of nineteen she had a son and daughter
But I'm sweet 45 and I never had an offer
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day

Commence men, compense men, come tinkers or come tailors
Come fiddlers come pipers come sailors come weavers
Come rag men come bag men come foolish come witty
Don't let me die an old maid come marry me for pity
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day

And now to conclude I give thanks to a neighbor
Who introduced me to a black chimney sweeper
He says that he loves me and swears that he will keep me
And I'll be happy with my black chimney sweeper
Musha ring do a daddy ring do a day

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I WILL GO

Chorus:
I will go, I will go, when the fighting is over
To the land o' McLeod that I left to be a soldier,
I will go, I will go.

When the King's son came along, he called us a' together,
Saying, "Brave Highland men, will ye fight for my father?"
I will go, I will go

I've a buckle on my belt, a sword in my scabbard,
A red coat on my back and a shilling in my pocket,
I will go, I will go.

When they put us all on board the lasses were singing
But the tears came to their eyes when the bells started ringing
I will go, I will go.

We sailed across the sea we spied the foreign heather,
We knew some would return and some of us would never,
I will go, I will go.

We stayed for seven years to our land we were returning
In the distance we could see the glens were all a burning
I will go, I will go

When we came back to our land, the winter was turning,
Our goods lay in the snow and our houses were burning.
I will go, I will go.

When we saw the redcoat soldiers raping and a killing
Ah there wasn't one of us who could feel like forgiving
I will go, I will go

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I WILL LOVE YOU

Every time I hear a sweet bird singing,
I think of you and I my love, I think of you and I
And when I hear the evening bells a ringing,
I hang my head and cry my love, hang my head and cry

Chorus:
I will love you; l will love you, when we are gone
I will love you; l will love you, when we are gone

Every time I hear your soft voice humming,
My heart jumps in my breast, my love, my heart jumps in my breast
And until I hear your footsteps coming,
My heart can know no rest, my love; my heart can know no rest

Chorus:
I will love you; l will love you, when we are gone
I will love you; l will love you, when we are gone
I will love you; l will love you, when we are gone
I will love you; l will love you, when we are gone

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I WILL LOVE YOU TILL I DIE

Now the time has come for you to go so we'll say our last good bye
I will shed my tears a thousand years I will love you till I die
I recall when first I saw your face and the twinkle in your eye
All that's left for me are memories I will love you till I die

Chorus:
Long ago we watched the fire glow lay awake to catch the dawn
Now here am I, I see the embers die it's so cold here now you've gone

If I begged you now I know you'd stay but I never ever lie
As I watch you go I'm sure you know I will love you till I die
Though I ask myself where I went wrong I can't find no reason why
Though we're far apart you took my heart I will love you till I die

Chorus

Now the time has come for you to go so we'll our last good bye
I will shed my tears a thousand years I will love you till I die

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I WISH THAT I NEVER HAD WED

Young ladies have pity on me let me and your company mingle
I once was a maiden so free and like you I was happy and single
Me mother advised me to wed until seventeen I had tarried
To the church ask herself and the triads like a day with man to get married
But I wish that I never was wed

For a short time he loved me sincere he used me both kindly and civil
The honeymoon scarcely was o'er till he turned out a fair divil
The bed he took up on his back and off to the pawn shop he carried
I oft times wish I was dead before that I ever got married
I wish that I never was wed

To the landlord he won't pay the rent because he declares he's not able
There's nothing now left in the house but two broken chairs and a table
The bedclothes, the kettle the broom, the washing tub off he has carried
He grunts and he snores and he shouts I wish that I never was married
I wish that I never was wed

When he buys the meat once a month or I am greatly mistaken
Tis only a sheep's head and clock or a bit of sweet liver and bacon
He says bread and butter are dear and time was shockingly harried
All day he drinks whiskey and beer I wish that I never was married
I wish that I never was wed

One night he came home in a rage he busted me new shoes a sunder
The cat he kicked under the bed and the table threw out of the window
The bellows he threw at me head me clothes to the pawn shop he carried
I oft times wish I was dead before that I ever got married
I wish that I never was wed

If I was but single again I'd be happy and joyous and merry
I'd sing and I'd shout and I'd laugh to be held in the kingdom Kerry
So young maidens single remain by a tyrant you'll never be harried
If I was but single again and by jingo I'd never get married
I wish that I never was wed

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I WISH THEY'D DO IT NOW

I was born in old Killarney, one day when I was young
I `Spose boys that's the reason that there's blarney on me tongue
That I was a lovely baby, me mother she would vow
Oh, the girls all ran to kiss me then, I wish they'd do it now

Oh, I wish they'd do it now, oh, I wish they'd do it now
Oh, the girls all ran to kiss me then, I wish they'd do it now

Now when I was still a baby, the girls would handle me
They'd clutch me to their bosoms and they'd bounce me on their knees
They would rock me in the cradle and if I make a row
They'd take me in to sleep with them. I wish they'd do it now

Oh, I wish they'd do it now, oh, I wish they'd do it now
They would take me in to sleep with them; I wish they'd do it now

At five years old, a finer lad, I'm sure was never seen
The girls would take me out to play down on the meadow green
They'd make a chain of buttercups to deck my boyish brow
Then they'd roll me in the clover; oh I wish they'd do it now

Oh, I wish they'd do it now, oh, I wish they'd do it now
They would roll me in the clover; oh I wish they'd do it now

Well the girls would take me out to bathe when the weather it was mild
And in the stream we'd splash about like little shrimps awhile
They would throw the water over me and duck me like a cow
Then they'd rub me nice all over, oh, I wish they'd do it now

Oh, I wish they'd do it now, oh, I wish they'd do it now
They would rub me nice all over; oh I wish they'd do it now

Well it's awful lonesome for a lad to lead a single life
I think I'll go to the dance tonight and get meself a wife
Oh, me fortune is twelve sumpin' pigs, likewise one big fat sow
There'll be plenty love and bacon for the girl who'll love me now

For the girl who'll have me now, for the girl who'll have me now
They'll be plenty love and bacon for the girl who'll have me now

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It's A Great Day For The Irish

   It's a Great Day for the Irish,
   It's a great day for the fair!
   The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney,
   For sure you'd think of New York was ol' Killarney!

   It's a great day for the shamrock,
   For the flags in full array.
   We're feeling so inspirish,
   Sure because for all the Irish,
   It's a Great, Great, DAY!

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IRISH BALLAD

About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin
... who did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong.
She did everyone of them in.
Them in. She did every one of them in

One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin
... she drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin
With gin. We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin
... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin
A grin. Her face in a hideous grin

She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin
... and as the smoke and flame grew higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin
O-lin. Playing a violin

She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin
... and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were the bones
And occassional pieces of skin
Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin

One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin
... she cut her baby brother in two
Served him up in an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in
-Bors in. Invited the neighbors in.

When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin
... these terrible deeds she did not deny
To do so she would have to lie
And lying she knew was a sin
A sin. Lying she knew was a sin

ADDITIONAL VERSE
[Just one last thing before I go sing rickety tickery tin
... there is something I think you ought to know
They had no proof so they let her go
And they say she was tall and thin
And thin. They say she was tall and thin.]

My tragic
tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin
... and if you did not enjoy this song
You've yourself to blame for letting me go on
You should never have let me begin
Begin. You should never have let me begin!

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If I Had A Million Ducats

If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you a keep (I would buy you a keep)
If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you furniture for your keep (Like a Louis the XIV or an armoire)
If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you a big coach (with all the pretty with fringe on the top)
If I had a million ducats I'd buy your love.

If I had a million ducats (We wouldn't have to hunt for our game)
If I had a million ducats (We'd hunt for sport cuz it's not the same)
If I had a million ducats (We'd have peasants grow food all around the keep)
And we'd have a big garden. (A maze garden)
With high protein-enriched food (like lentils)
And bambi and thumper playing in it.

If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you a fur cloak But not a woolen cloaks. That's cruel
If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you an exotic pet (Like a dragon or a leviathan)
If I had a million ducats (if I had a million ducats)
I'd buy a saint's remains (And all those crazy lucky saint's bones)
If I had a million ducats I'd buy your love.

If I had a million ducats (We wouldn't have to walk to the faire)
If I had a million ducats (We'd hire a knight carry us there)
If I had a million ducats (We wouldn't have to get our feel all dirty)
We wouldn't have to walk in the filth.
(We'd have people throw cloaks on the ground like for Sir Walter Raleigh)
Or even better, peasants (on all fours)

If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd be you a bed (But not bed of nails. That's cruel)
If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you some art (a Michaelangelo or Donatello)
If I had a million ducats (If I had a million ducats)
I'd buy you a monkey (haven't you always wanted a monkey?)

If I had a million ducats, If I had a million ducats
If I had a million ducats, If I had a million ducats
We'd be kings.

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I’ll Drink from Dusk Til Dawn

Johnny awoke with an ache in his head.
Bad dreams had made him ill.
And he grumbled as he dressed despite his duress
As he made his way to the mill.

Oh he never wanted to work that day,
But the foreman had himself clear.
So Johnny dreamed of the eve to come
When he’d drink him beer after beer,
Singing…

“I’ll drink from dusk till dawn
I’ll drink a toast to day’s end.
Yes, I’ll drink from dusk till dawn
And I’ll drink to the health of me friends.”

It was a chilly morning, went straight to his bones
Oh, he wished that he had him some ale.
Just one fine glass of stout Guiness
Would hold him till the end of the trail.

Oh his mouth watered with the thought of ale
By the time he arrived he’d decide
That not even Death could keep him away
From his friends and their favorite dive.
They’d sing…

Johnny worked hard all the day
His mind away drinking alone
And he told his friends of the pledge he’d made
And the fantasy that kept him afloat.

“Come hell or high water I’ll drink with you
Nothing could keep me away.”
When the day came to end, he left with a friend
Together they walked and they sang…

On the road they came to a bridge of rope
And there they met with a man
With a scythe in his hand and an evil grin
Tw’as Old Death who cut Johnny down.

Johnny’s friend crossed himself, swore it’was the truth
As he retold the scene to the bar
And they all recalled Johnny’s last words,
“I’ll drink come hell or high water!”
He sang…

Well, the door swung open, a cold wind blew in.
And there stood a man unafraid.
He called for a beer. They realized when near.
It was Johnny come back from the grave.

He said, “You could keep me away from work.
For there’s nothing I live for there.
But I told you today of the pledge I made
You can’t keep a man from his beer,”

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Isn’t It Grand, Boys?

Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Let’s not have a sniffle,
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live,
The sooner you’ll bloody well die

Look at the preacher, bloody well santified (bloody sanctimonious)
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the choir boys, bloody castrati
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the mourners, bloody great hippocrites
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the flowers, all bloody wilted
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the tombstone, bloody great boulder
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

Look at the whiskey, in buckets and bottles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?

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Irish Soldier Boy.

   At a cottage door one wintry night
   As the snow lay on the ground
   Stood a youthful Irish soldier boy
   for the mountains he was bound.
   His mother stood beside him and said
   "You'll win my boy, don't fear."
   And with loving arms around his waste
   She tied his bandoleer.

   "Goodbye, God bless you mother dear,
   I hope your heart won't pain.
   But pray to God your soldier boy,
   Your son you'll see again.
   And when I'm out on the firing line
   It will be a source of joy
   To know that you're the mother proud
   Of an Irish soldier boy".

   When the fighting it was over
   And the flag of truce was raised
   The leaders ordered the firing to cease
   All Ireland stood amazed.
   Some men came up to the cottage door
   With a note from her pride and joy
   Containing news in sad detail
   Of her Irish soldier boy.

   "Goodbye, God bless you mother dear
   I'm dying a death so grand.
   >From wounds received in fighting
   Trying to free my native land.
   And when we meet in heaven above
   In the land beyond the sky
   You'll always be in the company
   Of your Irish soldier boy."

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I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

   Come all ye lads and lassies and sit you down with me,
   And I will tell the truth about a land that`s dear to me,
   You`ve read it in the papers and you`ve seen it on TV,
   But I will spell it out for you, what Ireland means to me.

   (Chorus)
   I is for internment of the innocent and free
   R is for resistance to the laws of tryany
   E is for the English who have torn our land apart
   L is for the love of freedom in every Irish heart
   A is for the answer we`re all searching for
   N is for one nation and an end to this long war
   D is for the dream of millions longing to be free.
   That`s how I spell Ireland, that`s what Ireland means to me.

   This land was once respected for it`s saints and scholars too
   But now the bomb and bullet that`s all that makes the news
   I know that it`s confusing and it`s hard to understand,
   But I will spell it out for you by spelling Ireland

(Repeat chorus)

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Ireland's Call

Come the day
And come the hour
Come the power and the glory
We have come to answer
Our country's call...
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

(chorus)

Ireland, Ireland
Together standing tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Ireland's call.

From the mighty
Glens of Antrim
From the rugged hills of Galway
From the walls of Limerick
And Dublin Bay
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

(chorus)

Hearts of steel
And heads unbowing
Vowing never to be broken
We will fight, until
We can fight no more...
For the four proud provinces of Ireland.

(chorus)

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Isle Of Inisfree

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things are dreams unto an exile
They take o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely isle of inisfree
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm again back home in Inisfree

(BREAK)

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know
I hear birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home I tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf-fire gathered
On bended knee the rosary is told
But dreams don't last though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality
For though they pave the footpath here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Iinnisfree

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An Irishman's Epistle To The

Officers And Troops At Boston

By my faith but I think ye're all makers of bulls,
With your brains in your breeches, your bums in your skulls
Get home with your muskets and put up your swords,
And look in your books for the meaning of words.
You see, now, my honeys, how much you're mistaken,
For Concord by discord can never be taken.

How brave ye went out with your muskets all bright,
And thought to be-frighten the folks with the sight;
But when you got there how they powdered your pums,
And all the way home how they peppered your bums.
And is it not, honeys, a comical crack,
To be proud in the face, and be shot in the back?

How come ye to think, now, they did not know how,
To be after their firelocks as smartly as you?
Why, you see, now, my honeys, 'tis nothing at all,
But to pull at the trigger, and pop goes the ball,

And what have you got now with all vour designinng,
But a town without victuals to sit down and dine in,
And to look on the ground like a parcel of noodles,
And sing how the Yankees have beaten the Doodles.
I'm sure if you're wise you'll make peace for a dinner,
For fighting and fasting will soon make ye thinner.

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IRISH WASHERWOMAN/ CORPORAL CASEY

When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky,
My uncle was rich, but never would by aisey
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey,
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy,
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey.

I marched from Kilkenny, and, as I was thinking
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking,
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
The devil go with him, I ne'er could be lazy,
He struck my shirts so, ould Corporal Casey.

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely,
And who should the first be that dropped, why, and please ye,
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey!
Thinks I you are quiet, and I shall be aisey,
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey.

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Irish Rover, The

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall of New York
'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the trade winds drove her
She could stand several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of oul' nanny goats tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

Break

There was old Micky Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootling with a skill for each quadrill
Though the dancers were fluttered and fet
With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
And he rolled them under and over
When he took up with his stance they knew at a glance
That he sailed on the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from CO. Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from West Meath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

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We had sailed several days when the measles broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog
Then the whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captains old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock
And we were turned right over
Turned nine times around, sure the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

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Slow down last line

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Ireland

They say mother earth is breathing
with each wave that finds the shore
Earths still rises in the evening
For to open twilights door

Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching ore' us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle

We all fought agains a 100
Someone else's bloody war
We no not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for

They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns the sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
They have sentenced us to die

Ireland Ireland I am coming home
I can see the rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out wont you take me home
I am coming home Ireland

Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are now yours for your legion
Show them to your destiny

As I look around me
I see the raged and the torn
I tell them to make ready
Cos we're not waiting for the morn

Ireland Ireleand I am coming home
I can see the rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out wont you take me home
I am coming home Ireland

Mow the fog is deep and heavy
As we forged the dark and near
We can hear the horses breathing
As in silence we draw near

And there are no words to be spoken
Just the look to say good bye
I draw a breath and night is broke n
As I scream our battle cry

Ireland Ireland I am coming home etc
I can see the rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out wont you take me home
I am coming home Ireland
Yes I am home Ireland

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I'M A ROVER AND SELDOM SOBER

chorus: I'm a a rover and seldom sober
I'm a rover, o' high degree;
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company.

Though the nicht be dark as dungeon
No' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble
Into the airms o' my ain true love.

He steppit up to her bedroom window,
Kneelin' gently upon a stone;
He rappit at her bedroom-window
"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?"

She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow
Wi' her arms aboot her breast,
"Wha' is that at my bedroom window
Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?"

"It's only me, your ain true lover,
Open the door and let me in.
For I hae come on a lang journey,
And I'm near drenched to the skin."

She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure,
She opened the door and let him in,
They baith shook hands and embraced each other
Until the mornin' they lay as one.

The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin'
The burns they ran free abune the brae;
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie
And the fairmer I must obey."

"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee
And though the hills they are high above,
I will climb thrm wi' greater pleasure
Since I been in the airms o' my love.

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If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

I was dreamin' of old Ireland and Killarneys lakes and dells
I was dreamin' of the shamrock, and the dear old Shandon Bells
When my reverie 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 Sidney Harbour
And Dublin Town in Melbourne came to stay
If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters
And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandons Bells rang out in old Fremantle
And County Cork in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam, all the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here

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There were lots of lovely fairies dancing on the village green
There were lots of lovely coleens, the finest ever seen
And the boys were all called Paddy
And the girls called Molly Dear
Sure we'd wrap the green flag round them
If we had old Ireland here

If the Blarney Stone stood out on Sidney Harbour
And Dublin Town in Melbourne came to stay
If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters
And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandons Bells rang out in Old Fremantle
And County Cork in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam, all the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here
If we only had old Ireland over here

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I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen

I'll take you home again Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride
The roses all have left your cheeks
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when'er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes
Oh I will take you back Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I will take you to your home Kathleen

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I know you love me Kathleen dear
Your heart was ever fond and true
I always feel when you are near
That life holds nothing dear but you
The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
But many many times I've seen
A darkening shadow on your brow
Oh i will take you back Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I will take you to your home Kathleen

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I KNOW WHERE I'M GOIN'

I know where I'm goin' and I know who's goin' with me
I know who I love and my dear knows who I'll marry.

I have stockings of silk and shoes of bright green leather
Combs to buckle my hair and a ring for every finger

O' feather beds are soft and painted rooms are bonnie
But I would give them all for my handsome winsome Johnny

Some say that he's poor [black], but I say that he's bonnie
Fairest of them all is my handsome winsome Johnny.

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IF I WAS A BLACKBIRD

I am a young maiden, my story is sad
For once I was courted by a brave sailin' lad
He courted me strongly, by night and by day
Oh, but now he has left me, and sailed far away

Chorus:
And if I was a blackbird I'd whistle and sing
And I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And on the top riggin' I would there build my nest
And I'd flutter my wings o'er his lily white breast

Chorus

Well, he promised to take me to Donnybrook Fair
And to buy me red ribbons for to tie up my hair
And when he'd come home from the ocean so wide
He would take me, and make me, his own bonny bride

Chorus

Now his parents they slight me, and will not agree
That me and my sailor boy married will be
But when he comes home, I will greet him with joy
And I'll take to my heart my dear sailor boy

Chorus

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IF YOU'RE IRISH...

In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say
Lived a chap named Patrick John Molloy
Once he sailed to the U.S.A.
His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try
Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man
He put a bit away for a rainy day
So if you gaze upon
The house of Patrick John
You'll find a notice that goes on to say:

Chorus:
If you're Irish come into the parlour
There's a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There's a welcome on the mat
If You come from the Mountains of Mourne
Or Killarney's lakes so blue
We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss
Whoever you are you are one of us
If you're Irish, this is the place for you

Patrick loved the girl he wed
But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw
Once with joy he turned quite red
When she got into trouble thro' her jaw
Six police they had to take her to the Court
She was informed a month she would have to do
So Patrick quickly wrote
Up to the Judge a note
Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"

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I'LL TELL ME MA

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
Well that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is counting..one, two, three!
Please won't you tell me, who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin', "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie,
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

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IRISH EMIGRANT, THE

I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, where we once sat side by side
On a bright May morning long ago, when first you were my bride
The corn was springing fresh and green, and the lark sang loud and high
And the red was on your lips, Mary, and the love light in your eyes

Tis but a step down yonder lane, the village Church stands near
The place where we were wed, Mary, I can see the spire from here
But the graveyard lies between, Mary, and my step might break your rest
Where I laid you darling down to sleep with a baby on your breast

I'm very lonely now, Mary, for the poor make no new friends
But oh they love the better still the few our Father sends
For you were all I had, Mary, my blessing and my pride
And I've nothing left to care for now since my poor Mary died

Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, that still kept hoping on
When the trust in God had left my soul and my arms young strength had gone
There was comfort ever on your lip and a kind look on your brow
And I thank you Mary for the same though you cannot hear me now

I'm bidding you a long farewell, my Mary kind and true
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to
They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there
But I'll ne'er forget old Ireland, were it fifty times as fair

And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes
And my heart will wander back again to the place where Mary lies
And I think I'll see that little stile where we sat side by side
In the springing corn and the bright May morn' when first you were my bride

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IRISH FREE STATE, THE

I went to see David, to London to David
I went to see David, and what did he do?
He gave me a Free State, a nice little Free State
A Free State that's bound up with Red, White and Blue
I brought it to Dublin to show to Dail Eirann
I brought it to Dublin, and what did they do?
They asked me what kind of a thing was a Free State
A Free State that's tied up with Red, White and Blue

"Three quarters of Ireland a nation," I told them
"Tied on to the Empire with Red, White and Blue;
And an oath they must swear to King George and Queen Mary
An oath they must swear to the son-in-law new
I'm teaching them Irishand painting their boxes
All over with green, sure, what more can I do?
Yet they tell me they want just an Irish Republic
Without any trimmings of Red, White and Blue!

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IRISH MAIL ROBBER, THE

It's adieu to old Ireland, the place where I was born
Near the county of Limerick, near the state of Glengall;
Far away to some island, bound down like a slave
It was in my own country I did misbehave

It was my old father who did caution me
To leave off night walking, shun bad company;
Saying, "Son, you are young and they'll lead you astray
You will think of these words when I'm cold in the clay"

But to all his good advices I never gave care
And still I went on with my wicked career;
'Twas drinking and gambling by night and by day
To maintain those rude "wimming" and dress them up gay

I had not been long in this wicked career
Before I was taken by the laws of the land;
Was tried and found guilty of a mail robbery
And for ages transported across the salt sea

'Tis now I'm safe landed on my own native shore
and looking around me I can see my cell door;
And looking around me I can see my cell door
Which causes me to think of my mother once more

Oft times I have wondered why "wimming" love men
More times I have wondered why men should love them;
They lead you to ruin and cause your downfall
They'll cause you to sleep behind cold prison walls

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IRISH SOLDIER LADDIE

'Twas a morning in July, I was walking to Tipperary
When I heard a battle cry from the mountains over head
As I looked up in the sky I saw an Irish soldier laddie
He looked at me right fearlessly and said:

Chorus:
Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

Said I to that soldier boy,
"Won't you take me to your captain
T'would be my pride and joy for to march with you today
My young brother fell in Cork and my son at Innes Carthay!"
Unto the noble captain I did say:

Chorus

As we marched back from the field in the shadow of the evening
With our banners flying low to the memory of our dead
We returned unto our homes but without my soldier laddie
Yet I never will forget those words he said:

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IRISH WAYS AND IRISH LAWS

Once upon a time there was
Irish ways and Irish laws
Villages of Irish blood
Waking in the morning
Waking in the morning

Then the Vikings came around
Turned us up and turned us down
Started building boats and towns
They tried to change our living
They tried to change our living

Cromwell and his soldiers came
Started centuries of shame
But they could not make us turn
We are a river flowing
We're a river flowing

Again, again the soldiers came
Burnt our houses, stole our grain
Shot the farmers in their fields
Working for a living
Working for a living

Eight hundred years we have been down
The secret of the water sound
Has kept the spirit of the man
Above the pain descending
Above the pain descending

Today the struggle carries on
I wonder will I live so long
To see the gates being opened up
To a people and their freedom
A people and their freedom

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IT WAS PRETTY TO BE IN BALLINDERRY

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry
'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee
Still prettier to be on bonny Ram's Island
Sitting forever beneath a tree

For often I sailed to bonny Ram's Island
Arm in arm with Phelim, my diamond
And he would whistle and I would sing
And we would make the whole island ring

"I'm going," he said, "from bonny Ram's Island
Out and across the deep blue sea
And if in your heart you love me, Mary
Open your arms at last to me"

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry
But now it's as sad as sad can be
For the ship that sailed with Phelim, my diamond
Is sunk forever beneath the sea

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry
'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee
Still prettier to be on bonny Ram's Island
Sitting forever beneath a tree

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Beer Belly band

Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

I

I DON'T KNOW

I KNOW MY LOVE

I KNOW WHO IS SICK

I USETA LOVER

I WAS TOLD BY ME AUNT

I WILL GO

I WILL LOVE YOU

I WILL LOVE YOU TILL I DIE

I WISH THAT I NEVER HAD WED

I WISH THEY'D DO IT NOW

It's A Great Day For The Irish

IRISH BALLAD

If I Had A Million Ducats

I’ll Drink from Dusk Til Dawn

Isn’t It Grand, Boys?

Irish Soldier Boy.

I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Ireland's Call

Isle Of Inisfree

An Irishman's Epistle To The

Officers And Troops At Boston

IRISH WASHERWOMAN/ CORPORAL CASEY

Irish Rover, The

Ireland

I'M A ROVER AND SELDOM SOBER

If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen

I KNOW WHERE I'M GOIN'

IF I WAS A BLACKBIRD

IF YOU'RE IRISH...

I'LL TELL ME MA

IRISH EMIGRANT, THE

IRISH FREE STATE, THE

IRISH MAIL ROBBER, THE

IRISH SOLDIER LADDIE

IRISH WAYS AND IRISH LAWS

IT WAS PRETTY TO BE IN BALLINDERRY

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