Besedila

Up among the heather on the hill a’ Benafee It was there I had a bonny wee lass sitting on my knee A bumblebee stung me well above the knee We rested down

He sits on the corner of old Beggar’s Bush A stride of an old packing crate And the three puppets dolls on the plank were dancing As he crooned with a smil

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman; I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown. I’m bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly as soon as I’m able to

Oh how lovely to be on the shores of Lough Ree On a beautiful mid summer’s morning Looking over the lake, as the bright waters break By the hills of the Co

They didn’t hear your music and they tore your paintings down They wouldn’t read your writing and they banned you from the town But they couldn’t stop you

SPOKEN: Many songs are sung and written about Emmett, Pearse and Tone But no one knows that son of Ireland who loved to chew a bone A patriot so fearless w

Oh have you been to Avondale and lingered in her lovely vale Where tall trees whisper low the tale of avondale’s proud eagle Where pride and ancient glory

Oh I’ve won the hero’s name with McAlpine and Costain With Fitzpatrick Murphy, Ash and Wimpy’s gang I’ve off and on the road on me way to draw the dole Whe

Come all you lads and lassies and listen to my sad tale And I’ll tell to you what happened to me one night down in Kinsale It being the summer season I fou

Yo ho ho, off we go What do you know, it’s nine in a row Bye bye Rangers Celtic’s on the ball again, on the way to make it ten Bye bye Rangers You can talk