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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

INTRODUCTION: Sure, the cast of characters is a Dublin Litany. Bang, Bang pray for us. Alfie Burton pray for us. Flash Cavanaugh pray for us. Johnny Forty-

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, Then maybe at the closing of your day, You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, And see the sun go dow

I joined the Flying Column in Nineteen and Sixteen In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced to die Fare

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.