Author name: beerbellycollection

“Oh who is without That with passionate shout Keeps beating my bolted door?” “I am Ned of the Hill Forspent wet and chill From long trudging marsh and moor

The checkpoints and the baracades, have all been taken down As again I walk the streets of my native Derry Town Along its lonely allyways , and bustling ne

T’was down by Christ Church that I first met Annie A neat little girl and not a bit shy She told me her father who came from Dungannon Would take her back

This graveyard hides a million secrets, The trees know more than they can tell The ghosts of the Saints and the scholars will haunt you In Heaven and in He

When I was young and in my prime And could wander wild and free There was always a longing in my mind To follow the call of the sea Chorus: And I’ll sing f

I met a girl in Dublin Town and she was fair and handsome I took her out to Sandymount to see the waters dancing Chorus: Blow ye winds and blow forever, Fl

Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I’ll bid you farewell We’re bound now for Greenland, get ready to sail In hopes to

Chorus: Farewell you collier workers the muffler and the cap Farewell you Rhonda Valley girls we never will come back The mines they are all closing, the v

I am a bold undaunted fox that never was before on tramp My rent, rate and taxes I was willing for to pay I made my name in fine good land between Tipperar

Old Father McVay fair blesses the day, of his young priest’s selection. Not since God knows when there’s full houses again, and a decent collection. And th