Author name: beerbellycollection

I just down from the Isle of Skye I’m no very big but I’m awful shy All the lassies shout as I walk by, “Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?” Let the wind blow

Here’s a health to the Queen and a lasting peace, To faction an end, to wealth increase; Come, let us drink it while we have breath, For there’s no drinkin

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up s

In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I’ll relate Of thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be s

On March the sixth in sixty three we sailed from Queenstown Quay A gallant band of Fenian men bound for Amerikay While journeying with that gallant band, a

‘Twas down by Anna Liffey, my love and I did stray Where in the good old slushy mud the sea gulls sport and play. We got the whiff of ray and chips and Mar

If you ever go to Ireland I’m sure you will agree To take the road from Dublin town way down to Doonaree ‘Tis there you’ll find a wishing well beyond a che

I remember the night that he came in From the wintery cold and damp A giant of a man in an oilskin coat And a bundle that told he was a tramp He stood at t

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town dirty old town Clouds a drifting ac

Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired, Tempo’rily lazy and permanently tired A leg at ev’ry corner balancing his head, and a tail to let you know