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Come all you warriors and renowned nobles Give ear unto my warlike theme And I will sing you how Father Murphy Lately aroused from his sleepy dream Neither

Here’s a health to you, bonnie Kellswater For it’s there you’ll find the pleasures of life And it’s there you’ll find fishing and farming And a bonnie wee

Craig Adams sent the Specials out to shoot the people down He thought the IRA were dead in dear old Belfast town But he got a rude awakening with the rifle

You true-born sons of Erin´s Isle, come listen to my song, My tale is one of sorrow but I won´t detail you long, Concerning the murderous outrage that took

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep Do not stand at my grave and cry When Ireland lives i do not die A womans place is no at ho

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot’s vision seem’d bright Ere I dreamed that

‘Twas on Good Friday morning, All in the month of May, A German Ship was signalling, Beyond out in the Bay, We had twenty thousand rifles All ready for to

I’ve travelled many counties in Ireland But there’s still one I’m longing to see That’s been part of my homeland And it brings back fond memories to me. Wh

A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented

Mo chara is mo lao thu! My friend and my calf Is aisling trí néallaibh A vision in dream Do deineadh aréir dom Was revealed to me last night IgCorcaigh go