Besedila

Well there’s four of us who share the room, we work hard for the brass And getting up late on Sunday, I never go to mass Chorus It’s a long long way from C

(Chorus) Go on home British soldiers go on home have you got no fuck’in homes of your own for eight hundred years we’ve fought you without fear and we will

Let Bacchus’ sons be not dismayed But join with me each jovial blade Come booze and sing and lend your aid To help me with the chorus Chorus: Instead of sp

The sun was hot, the air heavy, and the marching men came by You stood at door, you watched them pass, you asked no reason why The sound of steel of their

Oh, Hercules the Bear, was a famous T.V. star, He was makin’ adverts for the S.T.V. He could wrestle in the ring, but alas, he could nay sing So in despair

I was told by me aunt I was told by me mother That going to a wedding would bring on another But if I thought that faith I’d go without a bidding For oh fr

When I was at home I was merry and frisky, My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky, My uncle was rich, but never would by aisey Till I was enlisted by

It was in the year of eighty-eight in the lovely month of June When the gadflies were swarmin’, dogs howlin’ at the moon With rosary beads and sandwiches f

Oh my name is Jock Stuart, I´m a trooser-less man And my roving young fellows move freely So be easy and free in nae boxers or briefs I´m a man who wears a

In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning, High upon the gallow`s tree, Kevin Barry gave his young life, For the cause of liberty. Just a lad of eighteen summers