Author name: beerbellycollection

Well there’s four of us who share the room, we work hard for the brass And getting up late on Sunday, I never go to mass Chorus It’s a long long way from C

Chorus: Oh yer ma wee gallus broke nae mair. Yer ma wee gallus bloke nae mair. Wi’ yer bell blue stride, yer bonnet tae the side, Yer ma wee gallus bloke n

Chorus: Maggie, Nellie and Mary Ann, Lizzie, Willie and Phil McGann Get your jacket and don’t be late, Murder Polis in the Gallowgate In the Gallowgate on

You may talk about your lancers and your Irish Fusiliers The Aberdeen Militia and the Queens own volunteers Or any other regiment that’s lying near or far

She was young, she was fair and her long flowing hair With the wild tints of autumn were laden And the joy of her tribe is how I would describe This beauti

When the sun it goes down in old Dublin Town And the moon took me out for a gargle In me old Sam Brown belt and brimmer of felt I’d go down by the banks of

You’ve heard of the Gresford Disaster, Of the terrible price that was paid; Two hundred and forty two colliers were lost, And three of the rescue brigade.

In eighteen hundred and forty-four, on March the eighteenth day We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast And for Greenland bore away, brave boys And fo

Nobody knows the answers, As the dark clouds keep rolling each day Casting a shadow upon us, From Antrim to sweet Bantry Bay In their droves all the people

Oh the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still Its soft and craggy boglands, its tall majestic hills Where the ocean kisses Ireland and the wave caress t