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When you honor in song and in story The names of the patriot men Whose valor has covered with glory Full many a mountain and glen Forget not the boys of th
When you honor in song and in story The names of the patriot men Whose valor has covered with glory Full many a mountain and glen Forget not the boys of th
The night that Paddy Murphy died I never shall forget The whole damn crew got stinking drunk and some ain’t sober yet; The only thing we did that night tha
A German clockwinder to Manchester came And Peter Von Gherkin was the old German’s name All up our street with his little brass bell “Some clocks for to wi
Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding Loudly the warcries arise on the gale Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding To join the thick squadrons
Oh fare-thee-well, Ireland, my own dear native land It breaks my heart to see friends part, for it’s then that the teardrops fall; I’m on my way to Amerika
Oh we started out from Roto, when the sheds had all cut out We’d whips and whips of money as we meant to push about; So we humped our blueys serenely and m
As I was sitting by the fire Eating spuds and drinking porter Suddenly a thought came into my mind I’d like to marry old Reilly’s daughter Chorus: Giddy i-
When I was a lad on the Emerald Isle I heard many stories both lovely and wild About the great dragons and monsters that be That swallow the ships when the