Besedila

There’s a colleen fair as May For a year and for a day I have sought by every way Her heart to gain There’s no art of tongue or eye Fond youths with maiden

Oh, we’ve all come down to Turles armed with tent poles and guitars To have the crack and ceili ‘neath the sparkling summer stars We’re up from Cork and Ke

Well if you’ve got a wing-o, take her up to Ring-o Where the waxies sing-o, all the day When you’ve had your fill of porter and you can’t go any further Gi

Chorus: Wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell, Cause they keep oot the water, an’ they keep in the smell, An’ when yer sittin in a room, yo

I’ll sing you a song of peace and love, Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. To the land that reigns all lands above. Whack fol the diddle all the di do

Through a market, I wandered and prayed That I’d find me a woman I might marry some day. Well, I never dreamed when I prayed that prayer That the woman I l

I’ve been a wild rover for many a year I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer Now I’m returning with gold in great store And I swear that I’ll play th

Armed for the battle kneel we before thee Bless thou our our banners,God for the brave!! Ireland is living! Shout we exulant Ireland is waking hands grasp

We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song With cheering rousing chorus As round our blazing fires we throng The starry heavens o’er us Impatient for the coming f

Seven years since I took the road and caught the magic bus aboard In the city there’s worlds of wonderful stuff I’ve taken some trips and capture the buzz