Author name: beerbellycollection

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

He was driving up to Mallaig, Glenfinnan by Loch Shiel, Heading for Lochailort, content behind the wheel, The road was getting narrower… the sign said slow

Well Eileen Og, O that’s me darlin’s name is o’er the Barony her features they were famous If we loved her, well who is there to blame us, for wasn’t she t

Well good evening folks it’s good to be back in the good old USA Where they make damn sure they all the wars thousands of mile away I’ve just been across t

Now good fortunes wheel let its ball roll roond, A Nation’s rise that yince was doon So it’s time to sing a rebel tune For the Eskimo Republic Chorus: Wher

In search of the good life the pilgrims set sail And all through the new land they blazed a brave trail The iron horse speeding down freshly laid trail Bro

He came in the mist of a cold winter’s morning Down from his horse and he knocked on the door The eyes that looked out they were darkened by terror He coul

I’ll tell you a story of a row in the town, When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down, ‘Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw, And

One evening so late as I rambled On the banks of a clear purling stream, I sat down on a bank of primroses, And so gently fell into a dream. I dreamed I be

(FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN) Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away. They put us then on board