Author name: beerbellycollection

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep Do not stand at my grave and cry When Ireland lives i do not die A womans place is no at ho

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot’s vision seem’d bright Ere I dreamed that

‘Twas on Good Friday morning, All in the month of May, A German Ship was signalling, Beyond out in the Bay, We had twenty thousand rifles All ready for to

I’ve travelled many counties in Ireland But there’s still one I’m longing to see That’s been part of my homeland And it brings back fond memories to me. Wh

A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented

Mo chara is mo lao thu! My friend and my calf Is aisling trí néallaibh A vision in dream Do deineadh aréir dom Was revealed to me last night IgCorcaigh go

Chorus: All the radio said was another shot dead And he died with a gun in his hand But they never said why Billy Reid had to die Cause he died to free Ire

There were six men in Birmingham In Guildford there’s four That were picked up and tortured And framed by the law And the filth got promotion But they’re s

In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rus

Come gather round me one and all My song to you I’ll sing, In memory of a brave young Irishman, Who would not concede defeat, From his stand would not retr