Besedila

Some boyos when they go out courtin’ Sure they haven’t the spunk of a mouse They’ll stand on the corner and whistle They’re afraid to go into the house But

In Dublin’s fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheels her wheel barrow through the streets broad and

Come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea, The whole year round on the fishing grounds On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps, On the b

Chorus: Oro, oro, oro Abhaile Michael O Ro Se do Bheatha Abhaile But find us bloody work there From Donegal to the County Kerry, From Belfast City to Hills

There’s a path by an old deserted mill. On the banks by an old bridge. broken still, Where the weeping willows are bending low On the green mossy bank, whe

Dublin City is falling, down falling, down falling down Dublin City is falling down early in the morning A thousand years ago they say they built a city in

O, all the money e’er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I’ve done alas it was to none but me And all I’ve done for want of wit to

Wee Anne took her yo-yo, to School she did go though, she shouldna hae taen it at a’, It fell oot her haun’, and it rolled on the grun’, and it went throug

I’ve traveled this wide world all over And now to another I go. And I know the good quarters are waiting To welcome old Rosin the Bow. To welcome old Rosin

Oh, see the fleet-foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan From farmstead and from thresher’s cot along the banks of the Bann They come with vengeance in