Author name: beerbellycollection

I have travelled all ’round Ireland From Dublin to Mayo From Donegal to Kerry, from Leitrim to Sligo But in all the miles I’ve travelled All the roads that

One morning early I walked forth By the margin of Lough Leane The sunshine dressed the trees in green And summer bloomed again I left the town and wandered

God rest you Robert Emmet And God rest you noble Tone God rest you Hugh O’Donnell And O’Neill of brave Tyrone God rest you Patrick Sarsfield In your grave

Dear Boss, I write this note to tell you of my plight And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly g

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle ‘Twas St Patrick himself sure that set it And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile And with dew

‘Twas on the day when kings did fight Beside the Boyne’s dark water And thunder Roared from every height And earth was read with slaughter; That morn an ag

We remember back in time in the year of ’69 You unleashed your dogs of war onto our streets We could not stand idly by and let our families die We fought y

One fine sunny evening last summer I was straying along by the sea When a pair of quare playboys a-roving before me I happened to see Now to learn what the

Oh poor old Dicey Reilly, she has taken to the sup And poor old Dicey Reilly, she will never give it up It’s off each morning to the pop that she goes in f

Oh I’ve never seen old Ireland o’er the ocean Tho’ I’ve wished for the chance to greet it In my mind I’ve always had a crazy notion That I’d know a bit of