FLOWER OF SWEET STRABANE
If I were King of Ireland’s Isle And had all things at my will I’d roam for recreation And I’d seek for comfort still The comfort I would ask for So that y
If I were King of Ireland’s Isle And had all things at my will I’d roam for recreation And I’d seek for comfort still The comfort I would ask for So that y
INTRODUCTION: Sure, the cast of characters is a Dublin Litany. Bang, Bang pray for us. Alfie Burton pray for us. Flash Cavanaugh pray for us. Johnny Forty-
I worked my days on a Galway Farm In the sun and rain and wind and storm But once a year I’ll chance my arm And cross the sea to England I’ll scrimp and sa
As I went out one morning it being the month of May A farmer and his daughter I spied upon me way, The girl sat down quite calmly to the milking of her cow
Ten thousand Roman soldiers to the Heilands they came north And they had conquered everything from the Tiber to the Forth. They camped beside Loch Lomond,
I don’t know these Irishmen they call the six of Birmingham I only know that someone lied in that court when those men were tried And I don’t why justice f
Come all ye lads and lassies and sit you down with me, And I will tell the truth about a land that`s dear to me, You`ve read it in the papers and you`ve se
It’s adieu to old Ireland, the place where I was born Near the county of Limerick, near the state of Glengall; Far away to some island, bound down like a s
Far distant, far distant lies Foyers the brave, No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave, His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of Spain For yo
Just give me your hand And I’ll walk with you Through the streets of our land Through the mountains so grand if you give me your hand Just give me your han