Author name: beerbellycollection

It fell aboot the Lama’s tide when Muir men won the day The dowty Earl o’ Douglas rade in tae England tae catch him a prey He has chosen the Lindsy’s licht

Sadly but slowly one night in November I laid down my weary head for to repose On my pillow of straw which I long shall remember I been weary for sleep, I

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

From East to West, from North to South, They tried to hunt the column out But the tans were forced to go without The boys of Barry’s Column In armoured car

On the twentieth day of November, the day that the tans left Macroom. they were loaded in two crossley tenders not knowing that they’d meet their doom But

At Boolavogue as the sun was setting, O`er the bright may meadows of Shelmalier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing, and brought the neighbours from far

The struggle is over, the boys are defeated, Old Ireland’s surrounded with sadness and gloom, We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated, And I, Robert Emmet,

Says Lloyd-George to Macpherson, “l give you the sack, To uphold law and order you haven’t the knack, I’ll send over Greenwood, a much stronger man, And fi

It was down in the town of old Bantry, Where most of the fighting was done, It was there that a young Irish soldier, Was shot by a Black-and-Tan gun. As he

You’ve heard about the B-men the cruel RUC You’ve heard about the Black and Tans in bygone history But theres another regiment the devil calls his own They