Lyrics

SPOKEN: Many songs are sung and written about Emmett, Pearse and Tone But no one knows that son of Ireland who loved to chew a bone A patriot so fearless w

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

Oh I’ve won the hero’s name with McAlpine and Costain With Fitzpatrick Murphy, Ash and Wimpy’s gang I’ve off and on the road on me way to draw the dole Whe

Come all you lads and lassies and listen to my sad tale And I’ll tell to you what happened to me one night down in Kinsale It being the summer season I fou

Yo ho ho, off we go What do you know, it’s nine in a row Bye bye Rangers Celtic’s on the ball again, on the way to make it ten Bye bye Rangers You can talk

There were six men in Birmingham In Guildford there’s four That were picked up and tortured And framed by the law And the filth got promotion But they’re s

Oh the Boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades And if ever they meet with the nice little maids They’ll kiss them and coax them and spend their money fre

Come all ye dry land sailors bold and listen to my song There only forty verses so I won’t detain you long ‘Tis all about the history of a bold young Irish

Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea, Where rivers run clear, bracken is g

In the lowland of Creggan there lives a white hare As swift as the swallow that flies through that air You may tramp the world over but none can compare Wi