Author name: beerbellycollection

Chorus: I am the man, the well fed man, in charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job When the Atom war is o

I’m a poor man as honest as they come I never was a thief until they caught me, The judge said he swore me hands were red, no matter how I pled they found

Seven years since I took the road and caught the magic bus aboard In the city there’s worlds of wonderful stuff I’ve taken some trips and capture the buzz

The noble fleet of whalers came sailing from Dundee Well manned by British sailors to work upon the sea On the western ocean passage none with them can com

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

I’ll sing you a song of a terrible wrong, When the flags they flew at half-mast And a man he lay dead, he’d been riddled with lead He died on the streets o

There was a wild colonial boy Jack Doolin was his name Of poor but honest parents he was born near Castlemane He was his father’s only son his mother’s pri

In Dublin City in 1913 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working, the children starving, then on came Larkin like a mighty wave The work

Jack Lynch came out from Dublin and he had 10,000 men He marched them up to the border and he marched back again But such an armored column lads the like w

You can sing of all your sport’n hero’s like Mr. McGrath and the rest But there’s a horse in the county of Wicklow that’s beaten all of the best The slowes