Besedila

In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rus

Chorus: The smell on Patrick’s Bridge is wicked How does Faher Matthew stick it? Here’s up them all says the boys of Fair hill Come boys, spend a day with

Come Irish men both young and stern With adventure in your soul There are better ways to spend the day Than working down a hole Chorus: I was tall and true

The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure store Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a b

Well, weren’t we the rare oul stock spent the evening getting locked Up in the Ace o hearts where the high stools were engaging Over the Butt Bridge down t

Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired, Tempo’rily lazy and permanently tired A leg at ev’ry corner balancing his head, and a tail to let you know

Oh I am a roving sporting blade, they call me Jack of all Trades I always place my chief delight in courting pretty fair maids So when in Dublin I arrived

This graveyard hides a million secrets, The trees know more than they can tell The ghosts of the Saints and the scholars will haunt you In Heaven and in He

Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o’er the old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure soon

Fare thee well until we meet again down by the Liffey water I’ll bid larewell to Dublin and her streets of cobblestones I’m going away to leave you, my fri