Lyrics

Bobby Sands was his name, He Died for the cause of Freedom A hunger strike they commenced, To fight for the right as Freemen In the Summer of 81′ Ten brave

Up among the heather on the hill a’ Benafee It was there I had a bonny wee lass sitting on my knee A bumblebee stung me well above the knee We rested down

He sits on the corner of old Beggar’s Bush A stride of an old packing crate And the three puppets dolls on the plank were dancing As he crooned with a smil

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman; I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown. I’m bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly as soon as I’m able to

Oh how lovely to be on the shores of Lough Ree On a beautiful mid summer’s morning Looking over the lake, as the bright waters break By the hills of the Co

They didn’t hear your music and they tore your paintings down They wouldn’t read your writing and they banned you from the town But they couldn’t stop you

Well it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog It’s all for me beer and tobacco For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the western

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

Come all ye maidens young and fair All you that are blooming in your prime Always beware and keep your garden fair Let no man steal away your thyme Chorus:

Oh you Western Ocean labourers, I would have you all beware, That when you’re aboard of a packet-ship, no dungaree jumpers wear, But have a big monkey jack