Author name: beerbellycollection

I was born here in Ireland But a foreign land called me away Now I’ve come back to see my hometown And my friends of yesterday Gone are the old folks frien

There’s one fair county in Ireland With memory so glorious and grand Where nature has lavished her bounty On the orchard of Erins great land I love its cat

There are wild and rocky hills, on the coast of Donegal. And their fishermen are hardy brave and free. And the big atlantic swell, is a thing they know rig

On a Monday morning early As my wand’ring steps did lead me, Down by a farmer’s station, Of meadow and green lawn, I heard great lamentation That the wee b

Where are the lads that stood with me when histoy was made oh gran mo cree I long to see The boys of the old brigade Oh father why are you so sad on this b

In comes the captain’s daughter, the captain of the Yeos, Saying; “”Brave United Irish men, We’ll ne’er again be foes. A thousand pounds I’ll bring, If you

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