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Where are the lads that stood with me when histoy was made oh gran mo cree I long to see The boys of the old brigade Oh father why are you so sad on this b

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep Do not stand at my grave and cry When Ireland lives i do not die A womans place is no at ho

Oh there’s four that share the room And we work hard for the for the crack And getting up late on Sunday I never get to mass Chorus: It’s a long, long way

A process man am I and I’m telling you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There’s thunder all around me there’s poison in

When, on Ramillies’ bloody field, The baffled French were forced to yield, The victor Saxon backward reeled Before the charge of Clare’s dragoons. The flag

Here’s a health to the Queen and a lasting peace, To faction an end, to wealth increase; Come, let us drink it while we have breath, For there’s no drinkin

One fine sunny evening last summer I was straying along by the sea When a pair of quare playboys a-roving before me I happened to see Now to learn what the

He came in the mist of a cold winter’s morning Down from his horse and he knocked on the door The eyes that looked out they were darkened by terror He coul

O flower of Scotland when will we see your likes again That fought and died for your wee bit hill and glen And stood against them Proud Edward’s army And s

Now boys, if you will listen, a story I’ll relate I’ll tell you of the noble men who from their foe escaped. Though bound with Saxon fetters in the dark Au