Besedila

In the merry month of May from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken-hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin’ Mother Drank a pint of

Last night as I slept, I dreamt I met with Behan He took me by the hand and I passed the time of day The questions that I asked on the crux of life’s philo

I wish I was on yonder hill ‘Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill, And every tear would turn a mill, Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. (phoenetic Gaelic) Shule

O, Father dear, I ofttimes heard you talk of Erin’s Isle Her valleys green, her lofty scene, her mountains rude and wild You said it was a pleasant place w

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