Besedila

Kathleen Mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill, The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking Kathleen

As I was a-walking down by the Locke Hospital Cold was the morning and dark was the day I spied a young squaddie wrapped up in old linen Wrapped up in old

Chorus: Come on out ye British Huns come on out without your guns Show us how you won your medals up in Derry When you murdered thirteen men and you’d do t

It was early one mornin’ young Willie rose and off to his comrade’s bed chamber did go sayin, “Arise dearest comrades! Let nobody know” “It’s a fine summer

Wha’ wad’na be in love wi’ bonnie Maggie Lauder A piper met her goin’ tae Fife and askit what they ca’d her Right scornfully she answered him B’gone ye hei

Oh I know it’s not right, reminiscing tonight Of the days that are gone and returning no more For the girl I dream of, has a another mans love Far, far awa

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