Besedila

The harp that once through Tara’s Hall the soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara’s wall as if that soul were fled So sleeps the pride of former days

Chorus: Wha wadna fecht for Charlie Wha wadna draw the sword Wha wadna up and rally At the Royal Prince’s word Think on Scotia’s ancient heroes Think on fo

Chorus: Whatever you say, say nothing, when you talk about you know what For if you know who should hear you, you know what you’ll get They’ll take you off

The first storm of winter blew high, blew high, Red leaves were scattering to a gloomy sky; Rain clouds were lowering o’er the plains of Kildare, When from

I sat within a valley green Sat there with my true love And my fond heart strove to choose between The old love and the new love The old for her, the new t

(James Connolly) Come workers, sing a rebel song, a song of love and hate, Of love unto the lowly, and of hatred to the great The great who trod our father

From a county Mayo town came a man of great renown As a sailor and a soldier was none bolder He went to America at an early age they say As a cabin boy to

Leitrim is a very funny place sir a strange and troubled land All the boys are in the IRA sir all the women in Cumann na Ban Every tractor has a Nicky Kell

You’ve heard about the B-men the cruel RUC You’ve heard about the Black and Tans in bygone history But theres another regiment the devil calls his own They

There are wild and rocky hills, on the coast of Donegal. And their fishermen are hardy brave and free. And the big atlantic swell, is a thing they know rig