Author name: beerbellycollection

I had a true love, if ever a girl had one I had a true love, a brave lad was he One fine Easter morning, with his gallant comrades He started away for to s

i was on the front line of the march down on william street crowd a cheering, some stones were thrown but otherwise at peace gas was fired by th army, the

When I was just a lad I used to go to school I’d sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool The teacher taught us everything, everything we know She h

Oh have you been to Avondale and lingered in her lovely vale Where tall trees whisper low the tale of avondale’s proud eagle Where pride and ancient glory

When boyhood’s fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen For Greece and Rome who bravely stood Three hundred men and three men And then I prayed I yet

It was on a sunday Evening The sun shone in the sky As he walked on his way to the Gaelic ground Never thinking he was going to die As he crossed the check

Four gleaming scythes in the sunshine swaying, Through the deep hush of a summer´s day, Before their edges four stout men sweeping In tuneful measure the f

In an Irish country home, One evening long ago Sat an old man and his little daughter Nell Said the girl with Irish glee, as she played upon his knee You p

Shane MacGowan One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Jo

Bill Staines All god’s creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their