Author name: beerbellycollection

“Good men and true, in this house do dwell, to a stranger bouchal(boy) I pray you tell, Is the priest at home? Or may he be seen? I would speak a word with

The winter it has passed And the summer’s come at last The small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad S

Im the lad that likes the drink the truth Ill tell to you But times are hard I canna work Im signin on the brew Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki t

A dragon has come to our village today. We’ve asked him to leave, but he won’t go away. Now he’s talked to our king and they worked out a deal. No homes wi

I just down from the Isle of Skye I’m no very big but I’m awful shy All the lassies shout as I walk by, “Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?” Let the wind blow

Here’s a health to the Queen and a lasting peace, To faction an end, to wealth increase; Come, let us drink it while we have breath, For there’s no drinkin

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up s

In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I’ll relate Of thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be s

On March the sixth in sixty three we sailed from Queenstown Quay A gallant band of Fenian men bound for Amerikay While journeying with that gallant band, a

‘Twas down by Anna Liffey, my love and I did stray Where in the good old slushy mud the sea gulls sport and play. We got the whiff of ray and chips and Mar