YOUNG NED OF THE HILL
Did you ever walk the lonesome hills or hear the curlews cry Or see the raven black as night upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather, and hear the
Did you ever walk the lonesome hills or hear the curlews cry Or see the raven black as night upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather, and hear the
SPOKEN: Many songs are sung and written about Emmett, Pearse and Tone But no one knows that son of Ireland who loved to chew a bone A patriot so fearless w
Oh I’ve won the hero’s name with McAlpine and Costain With Fitzpatrick Murphy, Ash and Wimpy’s gang I’ve off and on the road on me way to draw the dole Whe
Come all you lads and lassies and listen to my sad tale And I’ll tell to you what happened to me one night down in Kinsale It being the summer season I fou
Yo ho ho, off we go What do you know, it’s nine in a row Bye bye Rangers Celtic’s on the ball again, on the way to make it ten Bye bye Rangers You can talk
There were six men in Birmingham In Guildford there’s four That were picked up and tortured And framed by the law And the filth got promotion But they’re s
Oh the Boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades And if ever they meet with the nice little maids They’ll kiss them and coax them and spend their money fre
Come all ye dry land sailors bold and listen to my song There only forty verses so I won’t detain you long ‘Tis all about the history of a bold young Irish
Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea, Where rivers run clear, bracken is g