DINGLE BAY
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
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
Me kids said Dad, just tell us one more time About when you were young and in your prime And the way that you met Ma, all the things you saw Tell us about
Oh I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids So when in Dublin I arrived
Chorus: Oh the Easter snow It has fade away It was so rare and so beautiful Now it’s melted back into the clay Those days will be remembered Beyond out in
He kept bees in the old town of Effen, An Effen beekeeper was he, And one day this Effen beekeeper, Was stung by a big Effen bee. Now this big Effen beekee