Author name: beerbellycollection

Time goes by and years roll onward, Still a memory I shall keep Of a night in Belfast prison; Unashamedly, I saw men weep. For the time was fast approachin

A cold May morning was breaking over Dublin’s dreary town Sixteen brave men have fallen to the rifles of the crown Because they loved their country and ser

When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: “Come and join the British army” Toora loora loora loo

There’s a uniform still hanging in what’s known as father’s room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plum

Sadly but slowly one night in November I laid down my weary head for to repose On my pillow of straw which I long shall remember I been weary for sleep, I

Yo ho ho, off we go What do you know, it’s nine in a row Bye bye Rangers Celtic’s on the ball again, on the way to make it ten Bye bye Rangers You can talk

From East to West, from North to South, They tried to hunt the column out But the tans were forced to go without The boys of Barry’s Column In armoured car

On the twentieth day of November, the day that the tans left Macroom. they were loaded in two crossley tenders not knowing that they’d meet their doom But

At Boolavogue as the sun was setting, O`er the bright may meadows of Shelmalier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing, and brought the neighbours from far

The struggle is over, the boys are defeated, Old Ireland’s surrounded with sadness and gloom, We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated, And I, Robert Emmet,