Author name: beerbellycollection

A process man am I and I’m telling you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There’s thunder all around me there’s poison in

Chorus: Ally Bally Ally Bally Bee Sittin’ on your mammy’s knee Greetin’ for a wee bawbee (greetin’ – crying; bawbee – halfpenny) Tae buy some Coulter’s can

Come Irish men both young and stern With adventure in your soul There are better ways to spend the day Than working down a hole Chorus: I was tall and true

Come all ye dry land sailors bold and listen to my song There only forty verses so I won’t detain you long ‘Tis all about the history of a bold young Irish

Come and sit my little son upon you daddy’s knee You’re almost ten and you’re growing up in a land so wide and free You asked me just this afternoon about

I’ve been taking advice on the right things to eat since shortly before I was born From the National dried milk and the cod liver oil to powdered rhinocero

Oh my name is Francis Toliver I come from Liverpool, Two years ago the war waiting for me after school To Belgium, and to Flanders, to Germany to here, I f

Chorus: In the city of Chicago As the evening shadows fall There all people dreaming Of the hills of Donegal Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began

Now Clancy was a peaceful man, if you know what I mean. The cops picked up the pieces after Clancy left the scene. He never looked for trouble that’s a fac

I am an old timer I travel the road I sit in me wagon and lumber me load Me motel is the jungle me camp me abode And I’m well known to Blondie and Mary Me