Author name: beerbellycollection

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

The sun was sinking oer the westward The fleet is leaving Dingle shore I watch the men row in their curraghs As they mark the fishing grounds near Scellig

‘Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Gl

Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow white feet She bid me to take love easy, as the leaves gro

I’ve a nice little cot and a small bit of land In a place by the side of the sea And I care about no one because I believe There’s no body cares about me M