Besedila

A whistling gypsy came over the hill Down through the valley so shady He whistled and he sang, till the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady Cho

“O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground! No more Saint Patrick’s Day we’ll keep,

As I was going over the far Kilkerry mountain I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapi

Last Sunday night, we had no dough So I took the moth up to see the zoo We saw the lions and the kangaroos Inside the zoological gardens Thunder and Lighte

Do ye mind the old horse trams a long time ago, As they passed through the city at jog trot or slow? On the level they cantered, but the pace it did kill W

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

Come again, come again ye Burghead men And sail wi’ the mornin’ tide Come again, come again through the wind and the rain To the place where you’ll always

Chorus: On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and s

There’s a uniform still hanging in what’s known as father’s room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plum

Mo chara is mo lao thu! My friend and my calf Is aisling trí néallaibh A vision in dream Do deineadh aréir dom Was revealed to me last night IgCorcaigh go