Besedila

Craig Adams sent the Specials out to shoot the people down He thought the IRA were dead in dear old Belfast town But he got a rude awakening with the rifle

As I went up to the Coal Quay for to by an old chemise The first thing I picked up in my hand I found it full of fleas “How much do you want for that?” say

Cam ye by Athol O’ lad wi’ the philageg, Down by the tummel or the banks of the Garry? And saw ye the lads, wi’ their bonnets and white cockades Leaving th

I Wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygran I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find But he sea is wide a

In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I’ll relate Of thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be s

Oh I’ve never seen old Ireland o’er the ocean Tho’ I’ve wished for the chance to greet it In my mind I’ve always had a crazy notion That I’d know a bit of

One evening so late as I rambled On the banks of a clear purling stream, I sat down on a bank of primroses, And so gently fell into a dream. I dreamed I be

By the lonely prison wall. I heard a young girl calling. Michael, they are taking you away, for you stole Trevelyn’s corn So the young might see the morn.

Come all you warriors and renowned nobles Give ear unto my warlike theme While I relate how brave Father Murphy He lately roused from his sleepy dream Sure

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.