Author name: beerbellycollection

On a Monday morning early As my wand’ring steps did lead me, Down by a farmer’s station, Of meadow and green lawn, I heard great lamentation That the wee b

Where are the lads that stood with me when histoy was made oh gran mo cree I long to see The boys of the old brigade Oh father why are you so sad on this b

In comes the captain’s daughter, the captain of the Yeos, Saying; “”Brave United Irish men, We’ll ne’er again be foes. A thousand pounds I’ll bring, If you

Time goes by and years roll onward, Still a memory I shall keep Of a night in Belfast prison; Unashamedly, I saw men weep. For the time was fast approachin

A cold May morning was breaking over Dublin’s dreary town Sixteen brave men have fallen to the rifles of the crown Because they loved their country and ser

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

There’s a uniform still hanging in what’s known as father’s room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plum

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