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As down the glen came McAlpine’s men with their shovels slung behind them It was in the pub that they drank their sub or down in the spike you’ll find them

It’s busk ye, my lads, get you up on deck And take up your stations for hauling the nets And mind you pull together boys, all through the night And sweat i

And she shall bring the birds in spring And dance among the flowers. In summer’s heat her kisses sweet They fall from leafy bowers. She cuts the grain and

Oh! a hungry feeling, it came o’er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle All along the b

In Ireland’s fight for freedom, boys, the North has played her part And though her day has yet to come, we never yet must part We’ll keep the fight until t

Way up in the north in old Tyrone, There’s a pretty little girl I call my own. She’s the sweetest rose Ireland’s ever grown. And sure as the moon and stars

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure A massing treasure why scrape and save? Why look so canny at ev’ry penny? You’ll take no money within the grave L

As I was a-walking down London, through Wapping to Ratcliffe Highway, I chanced to step into an alehouse to spend a long night and a day. A young doxy came

Read the roll of honour for Ireland’s bravest men We must be united in memory of the ten England you’re a monster, don’t think that you have won We will ne

The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the dreamy bees are droning in the flowers among the trees And the sun bu