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Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired, Tempo’rily lazy and permanently tired A leg at ev’ry corner balancing his head, and a tail to let you know

Oh I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids So when in Dublin I arrived

This graveyard hides a million secrets, The trees know more than they can tell The ghosts of the Saints and the scholars will haunt you In Heaven and in He

Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon

Fare thee well until we meet again down by the Liffey water I’ll bid larewell to Dublin and her streets of cobblestones I’m going away to leave you, my fri

I joined the Flying Column in Nineteen and Sixteen In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced to die Fare

I joined the flying column in 1916, In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen. Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced for to die. Farewell to T

Well me name is Nuke Power a terror am I; I can cause such destruction on land, sea and sky Your Minister tells you I’ll do you no harm If he locks me up i

As I cam in by Auchendoun just a wee bit fae the toon Tae the Hielands I was bound tae view the Haughs o’ Cromdale I met a man in tartan trews spiered at h