Author name: beerbellycollection

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

As I cam in tae Turra market, Turra market for tae fee It’s I fell in wi’ a wealthy fairmer, The barnyards o’ Delgaty Chorus: Lin-ten addie too rin addie,

Oh, here’s good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow Jolly good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow Oh, the pint pot, half a pin

Oh who will plough the fields now and who will sell the corn And who will watch the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn And the stack that’s in the haggar

Edward of England northwards did ride Will yon Scotsman fight was the question that he cried Will yon Scotsman fight, aye in darkness or daylight We shall

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

Oh you Western Ocean labourers, I would have you all beware, That when you’re aboard of a packet-ship, no dungaree jumpers wear, But have a big monkey jack

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

He was stranded in some tiny town of fair Prince Edward Island Waiting for a ship to come and find him A one-horse place, a friendly face, some coffee and