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“Good evening ‘ I’m Ross Symons, with the news from A.B.C. A record profit’s been announced by the Board of B.H.P. In the second cricket test in Perth, the

I am the wee falorie man A rattling, roving Irishman, I can do all that ever you can For I am the wee falorie man. I have a sister Mary Ann She washes her

When the yellow’s on the broom When the yellow’s on the broom I’ll tak’ ye on the road again When the yellow’s on the broom I ken ye dinna like it, lass, t

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

In South Armagh there was a man who had a long-range gun He said I’ll show them Army boys there’s nowhere they can run He was the South Armagh sniper He’d

In Dublin City in 1913 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working, the children starving, then on came Larkin like a mighty wave The work

The struggle is over, the boys are defeated, Old Ireland’s surrounded with sadness and gloom, We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated, And I, Robert Emmet,

‘Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Gl

Oh I’m on my way down to the quay Where a big ship now does lie For to take a gang of navvies I was told to engage But I thought I would call in for a whil