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As I went home on Monday night As drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door Where my old horse should be Well I called me wife and I said to h

In the village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and fair Her eyes, they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair the countryman came riding up to

There were twa bonnie maidens, and three bonnie maidens, Cam’ ower the Minch, and cam’ ower the main, Wi’ the wind for their way and the corrie for their h

I am the bravest tinker that lives beneath the sun If you have any work to do, you shall have it well done Yes indeed you shall, don’t you know you shall T

Chorus: Willie’s gan tae Melville Castle, boots and spurs and a’ Tae bid the ladies a’ fareweel, afore he gaed awa’ Oh Willie’s young and blithe and bonnie

“Good evening ‘ I’m Ross Symons, with the news from A.B.C. A record profit’s been announced by the Board of B.H.P. In the second cricket test in Perth, the

I am the wee falorie man A rattling, roving Irishman, I can do all that ever you can For I am the wee falorie man. I have a sister Mary Ann She washes her

When the yellow’s on the broom When the yellow’s on the broom I’ll tak’ ye on the road again When the yellow’s on the broom I ken ye dinna like it, lass, t

In Dublin town they sing of a brave Wicklow woman Of her troubles and her times in cruel Kilmainham Jail All the way from Butterfield Lane Anne Devlin was

Four gleaming scythes in the sunshine swaying, Through the deep hush of a summer´s day, Before their edges four stout men sweeping In tuneful measure the f