Author name: beerbellycollection

If you ever go to Ireland I’m sure you will agree To take the road from Dublin town way down to Doonaree ‘Tis there you’ll find a wishing well beyond a che

I remember the night that he came in From the wintery cold and damp A giant of a man in an oilskin coat And a bundle that told he was a tramp He stood at t

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town dirty old town Clouds a drifting ac

Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired, Tempo’rily lazy and permanently tired A leg at ev’ry corner balancing his head, and a tail to let you know

I have travelled all ’round Ireland From Dublin to Mayo From Donegal to Kerry, from Leitrim to Sligo But in all the miles I’ve travelled All the roads that

One morning early I walked forth By the margin of Lough Leane The sunshine dressed the trees in green And summer bloomed again I left the town and wandered

God rest you Robert Emmet And God rest you noble Tone God rest you Hugh O’Donnell And O’Neill of brave Tyrone God rest you Patrick Sarsfield In your grave

Dear Boss, I write this note to tell you of my plight And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly g

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle ‘Twas St Patrick himself sure that set it And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile And with dew

‘Twas on the day when kings did fight Beside the Boyne’s dark water And thunder Roared from every height And earth was read with slaughter; That morn an ag