Irish song lyrics | Besedila irskih pesmi

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Lagan love
Lakes of Coolfin
Lakes of Pontchartrain
Lambs On The Green Hills
Land Of Libertie, The
Lanigan's ball
Lark in the clear air, The
Lark in the morning
Lakes Of Pontchartrain
Lass of Aughrim, The
Leaving of Liverpool, The (1)
Leaving of Liverpool, The (2)
Legion of the Rear Guard, The
Liar
Liberty
Lid Of Me Granny's Bin
Limerick you're a lady
Lily And The Poppy
Lily The Pink
Lily The Pink [2]
Lion On The Gold
Little Armalite
Little Beggarman
Little Gomez
Lisa Relander
Lish Young Buy A Broom
Liverpool Lou
Loch Lomond
Loch Ness Monster
Lock The Door Lariston
Locke Hospital
London's Derry
Lonely In London
Lonely woods at Upton
Long Before Your Time
Loo Song
Lord Gregory
Lord Nelson
Lord of the dance
Loughall ambush
Love Is Pleasing
Lovely rose of Clare
Lowlands Low
Lowlands Of Holland
Lucky O'Byrne
Ludgin' Wi' Big Aggie
Luke Kelly's Land
Lusty Young Smith

Total lyrics: 48

Lakes of Pontchartrain

O'er railroad ties and crossings
I made my weary way,
Through swamps and elevations
My tired feet did stray
Until I resolved at sunset
Some higher ground to win.
'Twas there I met with a Creole girl
By the lake of Ponchartrain.

"Good evening, fair maiden,
My money does me no good.
If it wan't for the allegators
I'd stay out in the wood."
"You're welcome, welcome, stranger.
At home it is quite plain
For we never turn a stranger
From the lake of Ponchartrain."

She took me to her mother's home
And she treated me quite well;
Her long black hair in ringlets
Upon her shoulders fell.
I tried to paint her picture
But, alas, it was in vain
So handsome was that Creole girl
By the lake of Ponchartrain.

I asked her if she'd marry me
She said that ne'er could be;
She said she had a lover,
And he was on the sea,
She said she had a lover
It was true she would remain,
Until he returned for the Creole girl
By the lake of Ponchartrain.

Adieu, adieu, fair maiden,
You ne'er shall see me more
And when you are thinking of the old times
And the cottage by the shore
And when I meet a sociable
With a glass of the foaming main
I'll drink good health to the Creole girl
By the lake of Ponchartrain.

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LOWLANDS OF HOLLAND

The night that I was married
And lay in marriage bed
Up came a bold sea captain
And stood at my bedhead
Saying, "Rise, arise, new wedded man
And come along with me
To the lowlands of Holland
For to face your enemy"

Now Holland is a lovely land
And in it grows fine grain
It is a place of residence
For soldiers to remain
Where the sugar cane is plentiful
And the tea grows on each tree
I never had but the one sweetheart
And he's far away from me
For the stormy winds began to blow
And the seas did loudly roar
And the captain or his gallant ship
Was never seen no more

Says the mother to the daughter
"Leave off your sore lament
There's men enough in Galway
For to be your heart's content"
There's men enough in Galway
But, alas, there's none for me
Since the high winds and rolling seas
Parted my love and me

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LORD GREGORY

I am a queen's daughter I come from Capakin
In search of Lord Gregory, Pray God I find him

The rain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my skin
My wee babe's cold in my arms; Lord Gregory, Let me in

Lord Gregory, he is not here, I swear can't be seen
He's gone to bonny Scotland for to bring home a fair queen

So leave now these portals and likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea you should find you downfall

Oh don't you remember, Love, that night in Capakin
When we exchanged rings, Love, and I against my will

Yours was pure silver and mine was but tin
Yours cost a guinea and mine but a pin
My curse on you, Mother, my curse being sore
I dreamed that my true love come a knocking at the door

Lie down now, my foolish son, lie down and sleep
Twas only a servant girl lies drowned in the deep

Go saddle my black horse, the brown or the bay
Go saddle the fastest horse in my stable this day

I'll ride over mountains and valleys so wide
I'll find the girl that I love and ride by her side

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LONG BEFORE YOUR TIME

You ask me why I look so sad on this bright summer day
Or why the tears are in my eyes and I seem so far away
Well sit yourself beside me here and put your hand in mine
And I ll tell of someone I loved long, long before your time

I m sitting here and thinking of those days so long ago
When I was just a child like you and a girl I used to know

Though fields of green we laughed and played and sang our
merry rhymes
Oh summer days were warmer then, long before your time

Through Childhood years our love did bloom till our hearts were
just as one

And we promised each eternal love in the church before the town
We settled in this little house, I was proud to call her mine
Oh we were young and happy then, long before your time

One lovely year was all we had until the sickness came
And stole the roses from her cheeks my tears they fell like rain
For nine long months she carried you but in the end she died
She chose to go so you might live, long, long before your time

So you ask me why I look so sad on this bright summers day
Or why the tears are in my eyes and I seem so far away
it s just you seem a lot like her, when your eyes look into mine

And you smile so much like she did long, long before your time

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LOCKE HOSPITAL

As I was a-walking down by the Locke Hospital
Cold was the morning and dark was the day
I spied a young squaddie wrapped up in old linen
Wrapped up in old linen as cold as the day

Ch.: So play the drums slowly and play the fifes lowly
     Sound a dead march as you carry him along
     And over his coffin throw a bunch of white laurels
     For he's a young soldier cut down in his prime.

Oh mother, dear mother, come sit ya down by me
Sit ya down by me and pity my sad plight
For my body is injured and sadly disordered
All by a young girl my own heart's delight

Get six of me comrades to carry my coffin
Get six of me comrades to carry me on high
And let every one hold a bunch of white roses
So no-one will notice as we pass them by

And over his headstone these words they were written
"All ye young fellows take warning from me.
Beware of the flash girls that roam through the city
For the girls of the city were the ruin of me."

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LISA RELANDER

Down beside the castle walls,
where towers rise from the lake shore
there within the castle halls, her story's often told.
Courted by a soldier boy,
they say he came o'er the border.
She bore him a daughter for their love and joy
and no marriage bed was laid.
Lisa Relander was her name,
a fair young maid of eighteen summers.
Before judge and judgement she came,
her newborn babe in arms.

To be a mother and unwedded was her crime,
and death was the sentence.
Doomed in stone walls laying
when mothers milk runs dry

Chorus: And now the stones answer her cry
            from the wall where she lays.
            And lake wind whispers her song
            and her ghost will walk the shore all night long

Up then spoke the captain of the guard
for his heart was lost to this maiden
"If I offer Lisa my hand,
will mercy then be shown"
But kind words are lost in cruel ears
and a cruel hand showed no mercy.
Her sentence pass, she shed a bitter tear
for laws of righteous men.

Chorus

Lisa lingered in her cell,
for nine long months and better.
Then one morning she heard the requiem bell
and left her sleeping child.
Oh, who will raise this babe of mine
and will she know of my story.
Will she find the place where I am lying,
and will she know her name.

Chorus

In the walls now all the words are seen,
to mark where Lisa's sleeping.
From her heart there grew a rowan tree,
with berries red as blood.

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THE LAND OF LIBERTIE

My mind it being much inclined to cross the raging main,
I left my tender parents in sorrow, grief and pain.
On board the "Fame" we then became all passengers to be,
To sail with Captain Thompson to the Land of Libertie.

As we were safely sailing to a place called Newfoundland,
The wind arose ahead of us and our ship was at a stand:
"All hands on deck" bold Thompson cried "Or we'll be cast away,
All firmly stand or you'll never land in North Amerikay".

A mount of ice came moving down anear our gallant main,
But the Lord of Mercy he was kind our lives for to maintain.
Our gallant sailors hauled about and so our ship did save,
Or we were doomed to be entombed all in a watery grave.

When we were safely landed our faint hearts we did renew,
But how could I sleep easy, Erin dear, so far from you.
I hope the time will come agi when our comrades all we'll see,
And once more we'll live together in love and unitie.

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LAMBS ON THE GREEN HILLS

The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play
And many strawberries grow round the salt sea
How sad is my heart when my love is away
How many's the ships sails the ocean

The bride and the bride's party to church they did go
The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show
But I followed after with my heart filled with woe
To see my love wed to another

The first place I saw her was in the church stand
Gold rings on her fingers and her love by the hand
Says I, ma wee lassie, I will be the man
Altho you are wed to another

The next place I saw her was on the way home
I ran on before her, not knowing where to roam
Says I, ma wee lassie, I'll be by your side
Altho you are wed to another

Stop, stop, says the groomsman, til I speak a word
Will you venture your life on the point of my sword
For courting so slowly you've lost this fair maid
So, begone for you'll never enjoy her

O make now my grave, both large, wide and deep
And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet
And lay me down in ti to take my last sleep
For that's the best way to forget her

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THE LIAR

I was born about ten thousand years ago
In Bellmullet in the County of Mayo
It was me that chased the vermin, while St. Patrick preached the sermon
And I'll whoop the man that says it isn't so

Chorus:
Singing rightful too-ra-laddie too-ra-lee
There is no one who can tell a lie like me
You can search until you tire, you won't find a bigger liar
I've been lying since the dawn of history

I saw Eve go pickin' apples off a tree
She came over and she offered one to me
I turned and said, "Dear madam, go try your luck with Adam
I'm going home to have some fish and chips and tea."

I saw Delilah cuttin' Samson's hair
She snipped away until his head was bare
When he couldn't run away, she married him next day
And they opened a barber shop in Clare

With King Billy at the Boyne I heard them call
On his followers to follow till they fall
Then he said, "We'll win quite easy, and we'll canonize, young Paisley."
Then he up and sang a verse of Derry's Walls

In was back in sixty-two in Donoghue's
I was singing there with Luke and Ronnie Drew
Luke sez, 'Nick your singing's grand, so let's form a ballad band
And a great big hairy beard I went and grew

Oh I'd like ride your sister's motor bike I'd like ride your sister's motor bike
I'd like ride your sister, I'd like ride your sister I'd like ride your sister's motor bike

Would you like to ride on Johnson's Motor Car
would you like to ride on Johnson's Motor Car
Would you like to ride on Johnson, would you like to ride on Johnson
Would you like to ride on Johnson's Motor Car

It was during World War II I met them all
There was Roosevelt and Churchill and De Gaulle
Then one day I nearly fainted, I was having my house painted
There was Hitler hanging paper in the hall

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LIBERTY

By the cross our Andrew bore by the sword our William wore
By the crown our Robert swore to win our Liberty
Call the falcon from the glen call the eagle from the bend
Call the lion from his den to win our Liberty

By the man was faith was old by the man they sold for gold
By the man they'll never hold to win our Liberty
Call the thieves all in his dale call the spears of Allendale
Call the brave of Yarrow Veil to win our Liberty

By the arm that bends the bow by the arm that plies the blow
By the arm that lays them low to win our Liberty
Call the banners from the West call the raven from his nest
Call the clans that dance the best to win our Liberty

By the field that once was green by the shield that silver sheen
By the sword in battle keen to win our Liberty
Bless the man with faith we hold bless the man in chains they sold
Bless the man in cloth or gold a' won our Liberty
Bless the man in cloth or gold a' won our Liberty

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THE LID OF ME GRANNY'S BIN

As I was climbing into bed, at my poor granny's side,
I looked out the window, the Brits had arrived.
The house was surrounded; they smashed the front door in.
They've come to take away, the lid of me granny's bin.

Well she opened up her window, and she clambered down the spout,
Soon her bin was rattling, to call her neighbors out.
She took out her whistle, and blew away like hell,
And soon we heard an echo, as the neighbors blew as well.

Chorus:
With a Scream, Bang, Shout, Rattle up a din.
Let the army know, my Girls, The Brits is comin' in.
Now rattle up your bin lid. Beat the message out.
Get your head down. Whistle, Bang, Shout.

A Tommy came right upstairs, a rifle in his hand.
She kicked him with her button boots, as down the hall she ran.
Up came another one, His medal for to win.
But all he got right on the gob, was the lid of me granny's bin.

The music rose like thunder, as the bins and whistles played.
The enemy soon retreated, they knew they'd overstayed.
It wasn't made of silver; it wasn't made of tin,
But once again it saved us all, the lid of me granny's bin.

Chorus

The English have the telly, the radio and press.
To all communications, they've always had access.
But from Pettigo to Bellaghy, from the bone to Castlefin,
The only way to spread the news, Is rattle your granny's bin.

Chorus

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THE LILY AND THE POPPY

They say the Easter Lily blooms no more, no more in Erin
Now the Irish dance to different tunes and scorn the lily's wearin'
While in Flanders Field the poppies grow in bright blood red perfusion
A badge of pride no more, no more, a badge of shame and treason

Chorus:
Ireland, Oh Ireland, what have you become
Ireland, Oh Ireland, they were all your sons

Freedom is a fragile flower a poppy of lily
Withered by dreams that soon turn sour in this land of empty bellies
So once more, once more, our wild geese flew to freedom's false horizon
To seek an age old Irish rendezvous with suffering, grief and mourning

Chorus

Far from here the wild geese fly past hate and love and caring
In countless graves they nameless lie the long lost sons of Erin
The passing years shall not condemn those who those lie beneath the poppy
When from the same green slender stem there grew an Easter Lily

Chorus

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LILY THE PINK

Oh we'll drink, we'll drink, we'll drink
To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink
The saviour of the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most effective in every case

Auntie Minnie was thin and skinny, all flat and nowhere round
Then they gave her medicinal compound, and now she weighs five hundred pounds

President Ronnie won't ban the bomb, he doesn't want no peace at all
Then they gave him medicinal compound, he sings the Internationale

Sylvester Stallone was skinny and boney, and his muscles never grew
Then they gave him medicinal compound, now he's Rocky XXII

Maggie Thatcher, our money snatcher, she used to hate St Patrick's Day
Then they gave her medicinal compound, and now she's joined the IRA

Comrade Gorbachev was always sore because he only drank tea from his samovar
Then they gave him medicinal compound, Whack fol the daddy o
Whack fol the daddy o, there's vodka in the jar

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LILY THE PINK [2]

Chorus:
We'll drink, a drink, a drink
To Lily the Pink, the pink, the pink
The savior of the human race
She invented medicinal compound
Most affectations in every case

Here's a story a little gory
A little bit happy a little bit sad
Of Lily the Pink and her medicinal compound
And how it drove her- to the bad
Well Ebenezer thought he was Julius Caesar
So they put him in a home
And they gave him medicinal compound
And now he's Emperor of Rome

Chorus

Freddy Clinger the Opera singer
Would take a glass with his voice to soothe
Rubbed hi-O tonsils-, with medicinal compound
Now he breaks glasses over his head
Johnny Hammer had a terrible stammer
He could hardly say a word
So they gave him medicinal compound
And now he's seen but never heard

Chorus

Uncle Paul he was very small
He was the shortest man in town
So they gave him medicinal compound
Now he only weighs a half of a pound
Lily died and went up to heaven
All the church bells they did ring
She took with her medicinal compound
Hark the Herald Angels sings

Chorus
Repeat Chorus

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LION ON THE GOLD

For most of my life I have wandered the world
Through manys a nation with flags all unfurled
But in all of my travels no prouder flag I've found
Than the red rampant lion of the golden ground
It's the red rampant lion of Scotland

North by the Shetlands and South by the Tweed
It's honored forever in story and deed
First into battle it always could be found
The red rampant lion of the golden ground
It's the red rampant lion of Scotland

We've lost men at Floodin, at Flanders and Spain
More Culloden and El Alimain
But we've never been conquered and still we rally round
The red rampant lion of the golden ground
It's the red rampant lion of Scotland

The thistle is bonny when flowering alone
But whaur dare to meddle, she'll cut to the bone
And to Scotland my darling, me heart is ever bound
By the red rampant lion of the golden ground
It's the red rampant lion, the lion of Scotland
A Scotland united and free

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THE LITTLE BEGGARMAN

I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
For three score years in this little isle of green
Up to the Liffey down to Tessague
I 'm known by the name of Johnny Dhu

Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best
For when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
But to slip around the corner with his old rigadoo

Chorus:
Didddle-le-Idle-Deedle-Idle-Deedle-Idle-Dum
Idle-Deedle-Idle-Deedle-Idle-Deedle-Idle-Dum
A-Deedle-Idle-Deedle-Idle-Deedle-Idle-Dum
Idle-Deedle-Idle-Deedle-A-Deedle-Idle-Dum

I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn
A wet night came on and I slept until the dawn
There was holes in the roof and the raindrops coming through
And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a boo

Who did I waken but the woman of the house
With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said boo
Sure, don't be afraid at all, it's only Johnny Dhu

I met a little flaxen haired girl one day
Good morning little flaxen haired girl, I did say
Good morning little beggarman and how do you do
With your rags and your tags and your auld rigadoo

I'll buy a pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll colour them with blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make her too

So all along the high road with my bag upon my back
Over the fields with my great heavy sack
With holes in my shoes and my toes a peeping through
Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my auld rigadoo

O I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
The fire is all raked and now 'tis out of light
For now you've heard the story of my auld rigadoo
So good night and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu
So good night and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu

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LITTLE GOMEZ

Oh, I used to have a doggie and I called him little Gomez
Because he was a Mexican Chihuahua
Though there wasn't much to him what there was all cojones
In fact he was a randy little fella big dogs, small dogs were all the same to him
The canine equivalent of Errol Flynn
At the drop of a sombrero he'd jump up and get stuck in
Taking Gomez out for walkies was embarassin'

I remember one day in the park his tally rose by four
An enviable score he was amassing, two very patient poodles and an Irish Labrador
And a woman who just happened to be passing
I tried every way to curb his carnal appetite
I kept him on a leash by day, I locked him up at night
I even put some bromide in his chunky meaty bites
But the only thing that might have worked was Kryptonite

Then came the fateful day when he tried to consummate
A liaison with a Saint Bernard from Dublin
And although he was quite clearly fighting well above his weight
He didn't let that minor detail stop him
He nearly pulled it off, oh, what an acrobat!
But the bitch got bored and down she sat
Well, they say that after making love you sometimes feel quite flat
I'm sure that little Gomez would agree with that

I buried Gomez in the park, his happy hunting ground a sad but fitting finale
Though I had to make a grave that was very flat and round
’Cause he looked like squashed tamale
But oh, how I missed my wee Chihuahua chum
I went down to the pet shop to find another one
I went there feeling happy, but I left there feeling glum
Because the man behind the counter loved corny puns

And he said "Yes, we have no Chihuahuas we have no Chihuahuas today
We have Alstations, Dalmatians, fruits of all flirtations,
An alpine Pekinese in a toupee
But yes, we have no Chihuahuas we have no Chihuahuas today"

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LIVERPOOL LOU

Chorus:
Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
Why must my poor heart be following you
Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou

When I go a-walking, I hear people talking
Schoolchildren playing, I know what they're saying
They're saying you'll grieve me, that you will deceive me
Some morning you'll leave me all packed up and gone

Chorus:
Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
Why must my poor heart be following you
Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou

The sound from the river keep telling me ever
That I should forget you like I'd never met you
Tell me their song, love, was never more wrong love
Say I belong love to my Liverpool Lou

Chorus:
Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
Why must my poor heart be following you
Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou

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LOCH NESS MONSTER

There was a monster, a Scottish monster
Who lives in far Loch Ness, a very fine address
All the hoteliers and postcard selliers
Are making fortunes every year

Folk see her cruising when they've been boozing
In the pale moonlight - what a fearful sight
And if you get fu', you might see her too
What a tale to tell your wife

I sing of a monster that lives in Loch Ness
She makes the headlines in the national press
Perhaps she's employed by the Daily Express
To separate tourists from money

And from England, France and Germany and places far and wide
With their cameras they hide behind the trees
Every year a new invasion's coming from a foreign nation
They crawl about the banks on hands and knees

And they've got submarines and diving-bells and all the latest gear
They come to hunt our Nessie with high hope
They go diving in the water but till now they haven't caught her
And she's down there laughing up their periscopes

They couldnae get a picture, a picture, a picture
They couldnae get a picture, she wouldn't put her head up
They couldnae get a picture, a picture, a picture
They couldnae get a picture, she wouldn't put her head up
They couldn't see the hump o' her, they couldn't see the rump o' her
They couldn't see the hump o' her, she wouldn't put her head up

There was a student, a Scottish student
Who blew up rubber tyres and strung them all with wires
He set them floating and sat there gloating
While folk took pictures by the score

And the whole world heard Nessie's name again
And the Tourist Board played its game again
Please don't tell them you heard me sing this song
And her name will live forever more

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LOCK THE DOOR LARISTON

Lock the door Lariston, lion of Liddisdale
Lock the door Lariston, Lowther comes
The Armstrongs are flying, the widows are crying
Castletown is burning and Oliver is gone
Lock the door Lariston, high on the weather gleams
See how the Saxon plumes they bob on the sky
Yeoman and carbineer, billman and halberdeer
Fierce is the battle and far is the cry

Bewcastle brandishes high his broad scimitar
Ridley is riding his fleet-footed grey
Hidley and Howard there, Wandell and Windermere
Lock the door Lariston, hold them at bay
Why dae ye smile noble Elliot o' Lariston
Why does the joy candle gleam in yer eye
Ye bold border ranger, beware o' yer danger
Yer foes are relentless, determined and nigh

I have Magerton and Ogilvie, Raeburn and Netherbie
Old Simm o' Whitram and all his array
Come all Northuberland, Teesdale and Cumberland
Here at the Breaken Tower end the affray
See how they wane the proud file o' the Windermere
Howard, ah woe tae yer hopes o' the day
Hear the rude welkin' rend while the Scots shouts ascend
Elliot o' Lariston, Elliot for aye

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LONDON'S DERRY

Chorus:
Come on out ye British Huns come on out without your guns
Show us how you won your medals up in Derry
When you murdered thirteen men and you'd do the same again
Get on out of here and take your English Border

In the summer '69 with your smiling face you came
To show us all your pacifying tactics
But your true face soon came through and your flag red, white and blue
Showed us all the Black and Tans were back in Ireland

Chorus

Of your fist we've had our fill and we know you always will
For excuses for the murdering of Irish men
But we'll fight for a proud land till in unity we stand
And from England we'll shift our lovely island

Chorus

Sure at your trial at Coleraine sure we knew you weren't to blame
And likewise neither were the Huns of Hitler
But don't you fret for those you slew for your judge was British too
And we all know the English are impartial

Chorus
Chorus

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LONELY IN LONDON

Lonely in London, hungry and cold
Strange how the years drift by
In Search of my fortune a dream of my youth
Life's a forgotten truth

Sometimes my memory just takes me away
Lifting me skyward I'm back for the back day
Strolling the hillside in soft evening light
I wish I was there tonight

A weary old traveler he sat by my side
Sadly he looked around
He talked of the old world that he'd left behind
Now it's so hard to find

He said "Gone is the romance, the laughter, the cheer
Just hunger and fighting year after year
Lonely in London and losing this night
I wish I was home tonight

To hearts that are searching and hearts that are young
The future's forever bright
But through life' December's you need someone's love
Sharing this lonesome night

And then when the spring comes loves finds a way
It gives a new meaning to each passing day
Lonely in London and losing the fight
I think I'll go home tonight
Lonely in London and losing the fight
I think I'll go home tonight

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THE LOO SONG

I was born in Arkansas me mammy studied law
Pappy came from Timbuktu
There's one thing I recall I hated most of all
Was that little green shed our Loo

Chorus:
It had a cedar shingle roof I swear that was the truth
Hinges all rusted and corroding, ’Twas a ghastly shade of green
The worst you've ever seen, it stood there at the bottom of the garden

Well one day when I was six I was chopping at some sticks
When a nasty little gleam came to my eye
I ran down to the John and shoved it off the lawn
Into the river flowing gently by

Soon my Pappy yelling my name he asked what was my game
Why did you shove our privy in the drink
When then I shook with fear and shed a little tear
I said it wasn't me I didn't think

Chorus

Then my Pappy told to me how George Washington felled the tree
Then he went and owned up right away
And he because he told the truth that honest youth forsooth
His Pappy didn't punish him that day

Well me being a little green I thought I best come clean
So I told my Pappy how I sank that shack
Well with a rebel cry of glee he hauled o'er his knee
And proceeded to wop me blue and black

Chorus

Since I hadn't told a lie I asked my Pappy why
He sat there and he answered with a frown
George Washington's Pappy he wasn't sitting in the tree
When that little bastard went and chopped it down

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LOVE IS PLEASING

I wish I wish I wish in vain
I wish I was a youth again
But a youth again I can never be
Till apples grow an Ivy tree

Chorus:
O love is pleasing and love is teasing and love is a pleasure
When first it's new but as it grows older sure a love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew

I left me father I left me mother
I left all me sisters and brothers too
I left all me friends and me own relations
I left them all for to follow you

Chorus

But the sweetest apple is the soonest rotten
And the hottest love is the soonest cold
And what can't be cured love must endured love
And now I am bound for Americay

Chorus

And love and porter makes a young man older
And love and whiskey makes him old and grey
And what can't be cured love must endured love
And now I am bound for Americay

Chorus

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THE LOWLANDS LOW

We sailed out of Dunmore, Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo Twenty young wild geese
Ready fledged to fly Sailing for the Lowlands Low

Chorus:
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low

Shaun Paor's the skipper From the church of Crook
Peary keeps log for his father Crew all from Bannow
Fethard and the Hook Sailing for the Lowlands low

These twenty wild geese Gave Queen Anne the slip
Crossing to Louis in Flanders He and Jack Malbrook
Both are in a grip Fighting in the Lowlands Low

Close lay a rover Off the Isle of Wight
Either a Salee or Saxon! Out through the sea mist
We bade them goodnight Sailing for the Lowlands Low

Ready with priming, We'd our galliot gun
Muskets and pikes in good order We should be riddled,
Captives would be none Death! or else the Lowlands low

Pray Holy Brendan, Turk nor Algerine
Dutchman nor Saxon may sink us! We'll bring Geneva,
Sack and Rhenish wines Safely from the lowlands low

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LUDGIN' WI' BIG AGGIE
(Scots Dialect)

Ah wis ludgin' wi' Big Aggie, just me an' ither ten,
We a' slept the gither in a wee bit single en';
We had nae beds at a', we just slept against the wa',
In oor ain wee hoose, in oor ain wee hoose.

Last Saturday for supper we got sausage on a plate;
I was just aboot to eat it when the sausage it said Wait,
Afore ye start on me, I was made in 1903;
And I went stane blin' when the sausage it did rin
Fae oor ain wee hoose, fae oor ain wee hoose.

We had rabbit for oor dinner, man, I couldnae stand the pain.
In fact one fella snuffed it, and anither went insane.
Aggie said it was the flu, but I don't think that's quite true,
For oor dug ca'd Prince has been missing ever since
Fae oor ain wee hoose, fae oor ain wee hoose.

LUDGIN' WI' BIG AGGIE
(Anglicized)

I was lodgin' with Big Aggie, just me and other ten,
We all slept together in a wee bit single end;
We had no beds at all, we just slept against the wall,
In our own wee house, in our own wee house.

Last Saturday for supper we got sausage on a plate;
I was just about to eat it when the sausage it said Wait,
Before you start on me, I was made in 1903;
And I went stone blind when the sausage it did run
From our own wee house, from our own wee house.

We had rabbit for our dinner, man, I couldn't stand the pain.
In fact one fella snuffed it, and another went insane.
Aggie said it was the flu, but I don't think that's quite true,
For our dog called Prince has been missing ever since
From our own wee house, from our own wee house.

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LUCKY O'BYRNE

Well my name my friends is Lucky O' Byrne
And I've come to say I've just arrived
Left the Emerald Shore back in '75
And I've God to thank that I'm still alive
The potatoes had blight, we'd landlords to pay,
Fame and fortune awaits in Americay
But New York City was hot and the faces were cold
I headed out West in search of the gold

Chorus:
And the Wicklow Hills, late at night in my dreams
Keep calling me back to the Island of Green

Then from town to town I wandered along,
Here's a dollar O'Byrne and sing us a song
Then a song for a drink the bargain was made
To sleep in street for my music was paid
Singing Molly Malone in a crowded saloon
When a man from the Coast said he'd take me along
Not a dime to my name, me ticket I drank,
Four hundred miles to go and the gargle to thank

Chorus

San Francisco's lights the destination to reach
To my sister in Fairplay and her lesson to teach
There I'll stay off the drink the money I'll earn
To get to San Francisco where my lucks sure to turn

Chorus

Well my name my friends is Lucky O'Byrne
And I've come to say that I've just arrived
Left the Emerald Shore back in '75
And I've God to thank that I'm still alive.

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LUKE KELLY'S LAND

Chorus:
It's a long lonely road that has no turning
And a sad stream that never sees the sea
But let the truth by known that a great unrest has grown
In the green land Luke Kelly left to me

Oh the young ones are all leaving Luke and none can bid them stay
They're saying that there's more to life than this
In the ignorance of man they don't need a bond to band
When love can be destruction's Judas kiss

Chorus

We sing the songs of warning Luke while computers prattle on
Empty echoes on the Raglan Road
'Tis the famine of the mind that has always plagued our kind
When strangers reap the harvest we have sown

It's you and me again Luke we've seen it all before
The foreign fields once more have turned to green
And with nothing but a song to face every right and wrong
But I can only dream what might have been

Chorus
Chorus

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Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! Ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas then that we parted, In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where, in purple hue, The highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

The wee birdies sing, And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens, Nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

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Lusty Young Smith

A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing.
His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow.
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling,
And asked if to work in her forge he would go.

Rum, rum, rum. Rum, rum, rum.
In and out. In and out. Ho!

"I will," said the smith, and they went off together,
Along to the young damsel's forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot weather.
They kindled a fire and she soon made him blow.

Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her.
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago.
The smith said "Well mine are in very good order,
And I am now ready my skill for to show."

Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so.
Said she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."

Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so,
But as often was hardened, still beating and beating,
But the more it was softened, it hardened more slow.

When the smith rose to go, quoth the dame full of sorrow:
"Oh, what would I give could my husband do so.
Good lad with your hammer come hither tomorrow,
But pray could you use it once more ere you go!"

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Lish Young Buy A Broom

As I went a-walking in the North country,
Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be,
As I was a-walkin up and down the street,
A pretty little buy-a-broom I chanced for to meet.

For she was right, I was tight, everybody has their way,
It was the lish young buy-a-broom that led me astray.

She kindly then invited me to go a little way,
Yes was the answer to her I did say,
There was; me with my music walkin down the street,
And her with a tamborine was beatin hand and feet.

Straight way out for Kendal town we steered her and I'
Over yon green mountain the weather being dry,
We each had a bottle filled up to the top
And whenever we were feeling dry we took a little drop.

The night wa coming on and good lodgings we did find,
Eatables of all kind and plenty of good wine,
Good bed and blankets just for we two,
And I rolled her in me arms me boys, and wouldn't you do too?

Early the next morning we arose to go our way,
I called for the landlord to see what was to pay,
Fourteen an sixpence just for you two,
Four crowns upon the table my darling then she threw.

Well the reason that we parted I now shall let you hear,
She started off for Germany right early the next year,
But me being unwilling for to cross the raging sea,
Here's a health to my bonny lass wherever she may be.

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Lovely Rose Of Clare

Oh my lovely Rose of Clare,
You're the sweetest girl I know.
You're the Queen of all the roses,
Like the pretty flowers that grow.
You are the sunshine of my life, so beautiful and fair.
And I will always love you, my lovely Rose of Clare.

The sun, it shone out like a jewel,
On the lovely Rose of Clare.
As I strolled along with my sweet love,
One evening at the fair.
Her eyes they shone like silver threads,
With her long long golden hair.
I stole the heart of a young sweet lass,
My lovely Rose of Clare.

Now we walk down by the river banks,
Where the lovely Shannon lies.
And listen to the nightingales,
Singing songs for you and I.
And now to say goodbye, farewell,
To all you people there.
For I have stole the heart of one,
My lovely Rose of Clare.

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Lord Nelson

Lord Nelson stood in pompous state,upon his pillar high
And down along O'Connell Street he cast a wicked eye
He thought how this barbaric race had fought the British Crown
Yet they were content to let him stay right there in Dublin town!

So remember Brave Lord Nelson, boys,
He has never known defeat
And for his reward they stuck him up
In the middle of O'Connell Street!

For many years, Lord Nelson stood, and no one seemed to care
He would squint at Dan O'Connell who was standin right down there
He thought the Irish love me or they wouldnt let me stay,
All except that band of blighters that they call the IRA!

And then in nineteen sixty six, on March the seventh day,
A bloody great explosion made Lord Nelson rock and sway!
He crashed, and Dan O'Connell cried,in woeful misery
Now twice as many pigeons will come and shit on me!

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Lonely woods at Upton

Many homes are filled with sorrow and with sadness
Many hearts are filled with anguish and with pain
For old Ireland now she hangs her head in mourning
For the men who fell at upton for Sinn Fein

Let the moon shine out tonight along the valley
Where those men who fought for freedom now are laid
May they rest in piece those men who died for Ireland
And fell in that Upton ambush for Sinn Fein

Some were thinking of their mothers wifes and sweethearts
More were thinking of their dear old Irish homes
Did they think that as they drove along the valley
When they marched out from Cork Cituy to their Doom

Chorus

The morning cry rang out fix your bayonets
And quite gallatly they fixed them for the fray
Gallantly they fought and died for dear old Ireland
Round the lonely woods at upton far away

chorus

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LOUGHALL AMBUSH

I've sung so many songs of fallen heroes
I really thought that I had said it all
But if a song can fill our hearts and raise our spirits
Then I'll sing about our martyrs at Loughall,
When the Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow
Such sadness as this country's seldom known
For Monaghan has lost a gallant soldier
With seven Volunteers from green Tyrone

Oh England do you really think its over
If you do you're going to have to kill us all
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughall

It was on a warm and misty Friday evening
The scent of apple blossom filled the air
That village street seemed quiet and deserted
But hidden eyes were watching everywhere,
The digger bomb had only reached its target
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air
The SAS did not want any prisoners
"Shoot to kill!" - their orders were quite clear

Chorus

They butchered eight brave volunteers that evening
They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead
They dragged their bodies up and down that village
And filled their bodies full of British lead
Did you think that it would teach us all a lesson
As such savagery the whole world was appalled
Dont you know that theres twenty more men waiting
For everyone you butchered at Loughall

Chorus

Farewell Paddy Kelly and Jim Lynagh
No more you'll lead your fighting unit forth
Side by side with Pádraig McKearney and Tony Gormaley
You died to drive the British from the north
Declan Arthurs and the youthful Seamus Donnelly
On that night you were the youngest of them all
With Gerry O'Callaghan and the gallant Eugene Kelly
Oh your blood still stains the pavements at Loughall

Chorus

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LAGAN LOVE

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all

And often when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thru the dorring peep.
There on thye cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The songs of heart's desire

Her welcome, like her love for me,
Is from her heart within.
Her warm kiss is felicity
That knows no taint of sin.
And when I stir my soot to go,
'Tis leaving love and light
To feel the wind of longing blow
From out the dark of night

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LAKES OF COOLFIN

It was early one mornin' young Willie rose
and off to his comrade's bed chamber did go
sayin, "Arise dearest comrades! Let nobody know"
"It's a fine summer's mornin' and a bathin' we'll go!"

Well Willie plunged in and he swam to lay ground
'till he came to an island of soft marshy gound
crying, "Comrades dearest comrades, do not venture in!
For there's false and deep waters in the Lakes of Coolfin

well early next morning Willie's sister arose
and onto her mother's bedchamber did go
sayin', "I had a sad dream 'bout Willie last night
He was clad in a shroud, In a shroud of snow white"

Well later that evening Willie's mother stood there
she was ringing her fingers and tearing her hair
saying woe to the hour young Willie plunged in
For there's false and deep waters in the Lakes of Coolfin

Well I saw a fair maid standing fast by the shore
her face it was sad she was crying for sure
singing woe to the hour young Willie plunged in
For there's false and deep waters in the Lakes of Coolfin

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LAKES OF PONTCHARTRAIN

T'was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled me heart with longin' for the Lakes of Pontchartain

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the roads 'til evening and I laid me down again
All strangers here, no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain

I said my pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood
You're welcome here kind stranger, our house it's very plain
But we never turn a stranger out at the Lakes of Pontchartrain

She took me to her mummy's house and she treated me quite well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try and paint her beauty I'm sure t'would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain

I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said it could never be
For she had got another and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
'Til he returned for his Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain

So fair thee well me bonny o' girl I never see no more
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness and the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering a flowin' glass I'll raise
And drink a health to me Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain

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LANIGAN'S BALL

In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan
Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound
His father he died and made him a man again
Left him a farm and ten acres of ground
He gave a grand party to friends and relations
Who didn't forget him when it comes to the will
And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten
Of the rows and the ructions of Lanigan's Ball

Chorus:
Six long months I spent in Dublin
six long months doing nothing at all
Six long months I spent in Dublin
learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball

Myself to be sure got free invitation
For all the nice girls and boys I might ask
And just in a minute both friends and relations
Were dancing 'round merry as bees 'round a cask
Judy O'Daly, that nice little milliner
She tipped me a wink for to give her a call
And I soon arrived with Peggy McGilligan
Just in time for Lanigan's Ball

Chorus

There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies
Potatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea
There were the Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys
Courting the girls and dancing away
Songs they went 'round as plenty as water
"The harp that once sounded in Tara's old hall,"
"Sweet Nelly Gray" and "The Rat Catcher's Daughter,"
All singing together at Lanigan's Ball

Chorus

They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas
All 'round the room in a whirligig
Julia and I, we banished their nonsense
And tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig
'Och mavrone, how the girls got all mad at me
Danced 'til you'd think the ceiling would fall
For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball

She stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out and I stepped in again
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball

Boys were all merry and the girls they were hearty
And danced all around in couples and groups
'Til an accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy
Put his right leg through miss Finnerty's hoops
Poor creature fainted and cried, "Meelia murther"
Called for her brothers and gathered them all
Carmody swore that he'd go no further
'Til he had satisfaction at Lanigan's Ball

In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted
Her cheeks at the same time as red as a rose
Some of the lads declared she was painted
She took a small drop too much, I suppose
Her sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able
When he saw his fair colleen stretched out by the wall
Tore the left leg from under the table
And smashed all the Chaneys at Lanigan's Ball

Boys, oh boys, 'twas then there were runctions
Myself got a lick from big Phelim McHugh
I soon replied to his introduction
And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo
Old Casey, the piper, was near being strangled
They squeezed up his pipes, bellows, chanters and all
The girls, in their ribbons, they got all entangled
And that put an end to Lanigan's Ball

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LARK IN THE CLEAR AIR, THE

Dear thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day
For a tender beaming smile
To my hope has been granted
And tomorrow she shall hear
All my fond heart would say

I shall tell her all my love
And my soul's adoration
And I think she will hear me
And will not say me nay
It is this that gives my soul
All its joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day

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LARK IN THE MORNING

The lark in the morning she arises from her nest
And she ascends all in the air with the dew upon her breast
And with the pretty ploughboy she'll whistle and she'll sing
And at night she'll return to her own nest again

When his day's work is over, oh what then will he do
Perhaps then into some country wake he'll go
And with his pretty sweetheart, he'll dance and he'll sing
And at night he'll return with his love back again

And as they returned from the wake unto the town
The meadows they are mowed and the grass it is cut down
The nightingale she whistles upon the hawthorn spray
And the moon it is a shining upon the new mown hay

Good luck unto the ploughboys wherever they may be
They will take a winsome lass for to sit upon their knee
And with a jug of beer boys, they'll whistle and they'll sing
And the ploughboy is as happy as a prince or a king

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LASS OF AUGHRIM, THE

If you'll be the lass of Aughrim
As I am taking you mean to be
Tell me the first token
That passed between you and me

O don't you remember
That night on yon lean hill
When we both met together
Which I am sorry now to tell

The rain falls on my yellow locks
And the dew it wets my skin;
My babe lies cold within my arms;
Lord Gregory, let me in

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LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL, THE (1)

Farewell to you, my own true love
I am going far away
I am bound for California
But I know that I'll return some day

Chorus:
So fare thee well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her
And they say she is a floating hell

Chorus

Oh the sun is on the harbor love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be some long time
before I see you again

Chorus

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LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL, THE (2)

Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well

Chorus:
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee

I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating Hell

I have shipped with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman, he can get along
If not, then he's sure in Hell

Farewell to lower Frederick Street
Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
For I think it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again

Oh the sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again

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LEGION OF THE REARGUARD, THE

Up the Republic, they raise their battle cry
Pearse and McDermott will pray for you on high
Eager and ready, for love of you they die
Proud march the soldiers of the Rearguard

Chorus:
Legion of the Rearguard, answering Ireland's call
Hark their martial tramp is heard from Cork to Donegal
Wolfe Tone and Emmett guide you, though your task be hard
De Valera leads you, soldiers of the Legion of the Rearguard

Glorious the morning, through flame and shot and shell
Now rally Ireland, your sons who love you well
Pledged, they'll defend you, through death or prison cell
Wait for the soldiers of the Rearguard

Chorus

Crimson the roadside, the prison wall, the cave
Proof of their valour, go sleep in peace ye brave
Comrade tread lightly, you're near a hero's grave
Proud die the soldiers of the Rearguard

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LIMERICK YOU'RE A LADY

Chorus:
Limerick you're a lady
your Shannon waters tears of joy that flow
The beauty that surrounds you
Ill take it with me love where-e'er I go
While waking in the arms of distant waters
a new day finds me far away from home
And Limerick you're my lady
the one true love that I have ever known

As children you and I spent endless days of fun
In winter's snow or summer's golden sun
We fished in silver streams, the fabric of our dreams
Was fashioned by your loveliness and so I have to say:

The difference time has made, to travellers on their way
Seeking out the beauty of our lands
At shrines the children play, and bells ring out to say
Thank God we're living just to feel the freedom of each day

While walking in the arms of distant waters
A new day finds me far away from home
And Limerick you're my lady
the one true love that I have ever known

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Little Armalite

I was stopped by a soldier he said you are swine
He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin
I begged and I peddled all me manners were polite
But sure all the time Is thinkin of me little armalite

And its down in the Bogside thats where I long to be
Lying in the dark with a provo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
And a clip of ammunition for me little armalite

Well a brave RUC man came walkin down our street
600 British soldiers he had lined up at his feet
come out ye cowardly Fenians come on out and fight
but he prayed Im only jokin when he heard the armalite

Well the army came to visit me was in the early hours
The saracens and solodins and fervered armoured cowards
They thought they had me covered but I gave em all a fright
With me armour piercin bullets of me little armalite

When Harry came to Belfast to see the battles won
The generals they had told him weve got them on the run
But corporals and privates when on patrol at night
Saying call for reinforcements its the bloody armalite

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LORD OF THE DANCE

I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the moon, the stars and the sun
I danced down from Heaven and I danced on Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth

Chorus:
Dance, then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I'll lead you all in the dance, said He

I danced for the scribe and the Pharisee
They would not dance; they would not follow me
So I danced for the fisherman, for James and John
They came with me and the dance went on

I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
They holy people said it was a shame
So they whipped, they stripped, they hung me high
And they left me on the cross to die

I danced on a Friday, when the sky turned black
It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back
Oh they buried my body, they thought I'd gone
But I and the dance still go on

They cut me down, but I lept on high
I am the light that will never, never die
But I'll live in you if you'll live in me
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He

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LONELY IN LONDON

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LOVE IS PLEASING

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