Besedila

Come again, come again ye Burghead men And sail wi’ the mornin’ tide Come again, come again through the wind and the rain To the place where you’ll always

Chorus: On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and s

When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you’d see Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: “Come and join the British army” Toora loora loora loo

A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented

‘Tis of a brave young highwayman This story I will tell His name was Willie Brennan And in Ireland he did dwell It was on the Kilwood Mountain He commenced

Oh my name is Francis Toliver I come from Liverpool, Two years ago the war waiting for me after school To Belgium, and to Flanders, to Germany to here, I f

I was born in a Dublin Street where the Loyal drums did beat And those loving English feet they walked all over us And every single night when Da would com

The winter it has passed And the summer’s come at last The small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad S

Dear Boss, I write this note to tell you of my plight And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly g

Well Eileen Og, O that’s me darlin’s name is o’er the Barony her features they were famous If we loved her, well who is there to blame us, for wasn’t she t