Author name: beerbellycollection

There’s a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe There’s a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe Where we met my love and I, love’s fair planet in the sky In that dee

My love she was fair, and my love she was kind And cruel the judge and jury that sentenced her away For thieving was a thing that she never was inclined to

I had a true love, if ever a girl had one I had a true love, a brave lad was he One fine Easter morning, with his gallant comrades He started away for to s

i was on the front line of the march down on william street crowd a cheering, some stones were thrown but otherwise at peace gas was fired by th army, the

When I was just a lad I used to go to school I’d sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool The teacher taught us everything, everything we know She h

Oh have you been to Avondale and lingered in her lovely vale Where tall trees whisper low the tale of avondale’s proud eagle Where pride and ancient glory

When boyhood’s fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen For Greece and Rome who bravely stood Three hundred men and three men And then I prayed I yet

It was on a sunday Evening The sun shone in the sky As he walked on his way to the Gaelic ground Never thinking he was going to die As he crossed the check

Four gleaming scythes in the sunshine swaying, Through the deep hush of a summer´s day, Before their edges four stout men sweeping In tuneful measure the f

In an Irish country home, One evening long ago Sat an old man and his little daughter Nell Said the girl with Irish glee, as she played upon his knee You p