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Oh me name is Dick Darby, I’m a cobbler, I served me time at old camp Some call me an old agitator, but now I ‘m resolved to repent Chorus: With me ing-twi

Me father rises early and he makes his cup of tay He lights the kitchen stove and then he calls me His days are often empty he’s nothing much to do So he s

I wish I was in Carrickfergus only for nights in Ballygran I would swim over the deepest ocean only for nights in Ballygran. But the sea is wide and I cann

On March the sixth in sixty three we sailed from Queenstown Quay A gallant band of Fenian men bound for Amerikay While journeying with that gallant band, a

The sun was sinking oer the westward The fleet is leaving Dingle shore I watch the men row in their curraghs As they mark the fishing grounds near Scellig

(FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN) Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away. They put us then on board

“What did I have?” said the fine old woman. “Whad did I have?” this proud old woman did say “I had four green fields, each one was a jewel, But strangers c

Long long ago in this ancient land A battle took place where two hills now stand And on the plain there lay the slain For neither the battle was won So the

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

Way down in the County Kerry In a place they call Tralee A fine old couple they lived there Named Kate and Pat McGee They were going to give a caile On the