Besedila

The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water, but whiskey by pints And

Oh well, poor aul’ Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air On the eighth day of March, in Dublin city fair from his stand of stones and mortar he fell crash

I have often heard it said from me father and me mother, That going to a wedding was the making of another. Well if this be so, then I’ll go without a bidd

On midsummer day in the land of Erin The war with the Firbolg about to begin Thrice nine of the children of Danu were killed In the first bloody hurl match

The Military band is playing, come see the parade, Wave and cheer our heroes as they bravely march away, This time it’s not the unemployed, the workers or

In 1916, in the year of our Lord Fighting came to Ireland like it never had before For freedom comes to those who fight for its day So I picked up my rifle

The morn was fair, the sky was clear, no breath came o’er the sea When Mary left her Heiland cot and wandered forth with me Though flowers decked the mount

Come all ye loyal heroes and listen on to me. Don’t hire with any farmer till you know what your work will be You will rise up early in the morning from th

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market Kicking up the papers in his worn out shoes In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side Y

Are you going to Scarborough Faire? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lived there. She once was a true love of mine. Have her make