Besedila

Oh my name is Francis Toliver I come from Liverpool, Two years ago the war waiting for me after school To Belgium, and to Flanders, to Germany to here, I f

I was born in a Dublin Street where the Loyal drums did beat And those loving English feet they walked all over us And every single night when Da would com

The winter it has passed And the summer’s come at last The small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad S

Dear Boss, I write this note to tell you of my plight And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly g

Well Eileen Og, O that’s me darlin’s name is o’er the Barony her features they were famous If we loved her, well who is there to blame us, for wasn’t she t

Chorus: Farewell you collier workers the muffler and the cap Farewell you Rhonda Valley girls we never will come back The mines they are all closing, the v

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd Well he had a tongue both rich and sweet, An’ to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah

Chorus: They were the men with the vision the men with the cause The men who defied their oppressors laws The men who traded their chains for guns Born int

A gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady. He whistled and he sang ’til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. Ah-dee

(The King’s Own Guards) Rachaidh mise suas le Gárdaí ‘n Rí Agus bhéarfaidh mis’ anuas ar láimh liom í Nach mise chuirfeadh cluain ar a báin-chnios mín Agus