Author name: beerbellycollection

If I were King of Ireland’s Isle And had all things at my will I’d roam for recreation And I’d seek for comfort still The comfort I would ask for So that y

For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame? For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame? For what flowed Irelands blood in rivers That began when Bria

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town And the moon took me out for a gargle In me old Sam Brown belt and brimmer of felt I’d go down by the banks of

You’ve heard of the Gresford Disaster, Of the terrible price that was paid; Two hundred and forty two colliers were lost, And three of the rescue brigade.

In eighteen hundred and forty-four, on March the eighteenth day We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast And for Greenland bore away, brave boys And fo

Nobody knows the answers, As the dark clouds keep rolling each day Casting a shadow upon us, From Antrim to sweet Bantry Bay In their droves all the people

Oh the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still Its soft and craggy boglands, its tall majestic hills Where the ocean kisses Ireland and the wave caress t

Well there’s four of us who share the room, we work hard for the brass And getting up late on Sunday, I never go to mass Chorus It’s a long long way from C

Laws were made for people and the law can never scorn The right of a man to be free Chorus: Free the people, let them have their say Free the people, let t

Chorus: They were the men with the vision the men with the cause The men who defied their oppressors laws The men who traded their chains for guns Born int