Besedila

They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare If it’s water you want, you’ll find nothing more rare Than th

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning in July Down the boreen came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by Oh, she looked so neat

As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t’ither say, ‘Where sall we gang and dine today-o?’ ‘In behint yon auld fa

Chorus: This land is your land, this land my land From the English border, to the North Sea water From the Western Islands, to the Northern Highlands This

Now Willie John McMenemy, he lived in the Gallow Gates He got married at an early age tae a bonny lass named Kate They never had much money, but they never

They hung Wallace high of the gallows and cut down ere he was dead And as he choked the Queen jeered for daring to cross English Ted His heart and his live

When all beside a vigil keep, The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep- Alas! and well may Erin weep, When Connaught lies in slumber deep. There lake and plain

Oh ye cannae shove yer grannie aff the bus, Oh ye cannae shove yer grannie aff the bus, Ye cannae shove yer grannie For she’s yer mammie’s mammie, Ye canna

When I was a young man I carried a pack and lived the free life of a rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback, I waltzed my Matilda all ove

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