A BUCKET OF THE MOUNTAIN DEW
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay And policemen all from Donegal
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay And policemen all from Donegal
We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song With cheering rousing chorus As round our blazing fires we throng The starry heavens o’er us Impatient for the coming f
THE IRISH NATIONAL ANTHEM Sinne Fianna Fáil Atá Fá gheall ag Éirinn Buidhean dár sluagh tar rúinn do ráinig chughainn Fámhoídh bheírh saor Sean-tír ár sinn
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
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