Besedila

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

It was on a Monday morning, I was tired, my head was turning, And I couldn’t face the thought of going back to work and so, I paid a visit to my doctor and

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

One Hogmany at Glesca’ Fair, There was me, my’sel’ and’ sev’ral mair And we all went off tae hae a tear, and spend the night in Rothsay-o We wandered thru

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

There’s a sweet garden spot in my memory ‘Tis the place I was born in and reared ‘Tis long years ago since I left it But return there I will if I’m spared