Besedila

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

Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin’s isle Her lofty hills, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say she is a lovely land whe

All honour to Óglaigh na hÉireann All praisec to the men of our race Who in days of betrayal and slavery Saved Ireland from ruin and disgrace But do not fo

Twenty men from Dublin town riding on the mountainside Fearless of the Saxon frown, twenty brothers true and tried Blood flows in the city streets, there t

As I roved out one evening fair By the verdant braes of Screen I set my back to a hawthorn tree To view the sun in the west country And the dew on the fore

My baby said goodbye, she was a Paul McCartney fan She said she couldn’t stand the way I sang my songs Now I’m a lonely man who can get around an old bodhr

Oh, the wee Kirkcudbright Centipede, oh, she was very sweet She was very proud of every one of her hundred feet Early every morning, her neighbours came to

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my