Besedila

Now when Ireland we rosen up at last Theres the UDR the Army and the SAS But the lowest of the low is the foe you do not know And thats the man they call t

Time goes by and years roll onward Still in my memory fresh I’ll keep Of that night in Belfast prison Unashamedly I saw men weep For the time was fast appr

As I roved out one morning Near the verdant braes of Skreen I put my back to the mossy tree To view the dew on the West Countrie The dew on the foreign str

A whistling gypsy came over the hill Down through the valley so shady He whistled and he sang, till the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady Cho

“O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground! No more Saint Patrick’s Day we’ll keep,

As I was going over the far Kilkerry mountain I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapi

Last Sunday night, we had no dough So I took the moth up to see the zoo We saw the lions and the kangaroos Inside the zoological gardens Thunder and Lighte

Do ye mind the old horse trams a long time ago, As they passed through the city at jog trot or slow? On the level they cantered, but the pace it did kill W

i was on the front line of the march down on william street crowd a cheering, some stones were thrown but otherwise at peace gas was fired by th army, the

Come again, come again ye Burghead men And sail wi’ the mornin’ tide Come again, come again through the wind and the rain To the place where you’ll always