Besedila

Up the Republic, they raise their battle cry Pearse and McDermott will pray for you on high Eager and ready, for love of you they die Proud march the soldi

My Harry was a gallant gay fu’ stately strode he on the plain Now he’s banish’d far away I’ll never see him back again Chorus: Oh for him back again, oh fo

Who fears to speak ok ninety-eight? Who blushes at the name? When cowards mocked the patriots fate Who hangs his head, for shame? He’s all a knave or half

Of all the stars that ever shone, Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes Like golden corn at harvest time your hair Sailing in my boat, the wind gen

The vans they come in convoys now Stealing through the dawn Silent in the countryside In the hills up to the north There´s road blocks on the Meden bridge

I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should roam away For I’m sick and tried of slavery, si

The tears have all been shed now We’ve said our last goodbyes His souls been blessed He’s laid to rest And it’s now I feel alone He was more than just a fa

‘Twas a cold and frosty morning in December All of me money, it was spent, Where it went to, Lord, I can’t remember So I down to the shipping office went P

Chorus: O welcome and acclaimed is she, my love! Dear to my soul, a thousand told, is Peggy Lettermore Rise up, dear Peggy and stand up on the height count

Chorus: When I die, bury me low Where I can here the bonny Tweed flow A sweeter place I never will know Than the rolling hills of the Borders I traveled fa