Author name: beerbellycollection

Come all ye dry land sailors bold and listen to my song There only forty verses so I won’t detain you long ‘Tis all about the history of a bold young Irish

Come Irish men both young and stern With adventure in your soul There are better ways to spend the day Than working down a hole Chorus: I was tall and true

Oh there’s four that share the room And we work hard for the for the crack And getting up late on Sunday I never get to mass Chorus: It’s a long, long way

Way down in Clonakilty in the year of 89 The locomotive Banba came chugging down the line On board sat Philip Harrington bound for culinary fame This place

As I went up to the Coal Quay for to by an old chemise The first thing I picked up in my hand I found it full of fleas “How much do you want for that?” say

Oh me name is Dick Darby, I’m a cobbler, I served me time at old camp Some call me an old agitator, but now I ‘m resolved to repent Chorus: With me ing-twi

Over in McCann’s there’s a grand type of dance band a-playing And they’re spinnin’ out the Continental Céilí, They’re comin’ in their cars from the bars ov

O, Scotland hesna got a King, And hesna got a Queen. For ye canny hae the saicint Liz When the first yin’s never been. Chorus: Nae liz the Twa, nae Lillibe

The west winds blow to Coshieville And with the winds came we And where the river hugs the wood And blackthorns bloom in spring There stood a single rowan

Chorus: Ally Bally Ally Bally Bee Sittin’ on your mammy’s knee Greetin’ for a wee bawbee (greetin’ – crying; bawbee – halfpenny) Tae buy some Coulter’s can