Lyrics

Oh, I used to have a doggie and I called him little Gomez Because he was a Mexican Chihuahua Though there wasn’t much to him what there was all cojones In

Lord Nelson stood in pompous state,upon his pillar high And down along O’Connell Street he cast a wicked eye He thought how this barbaric race had fought t

I have seen the lark soar high at morn Heard his song up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe his note The thrush and the linnet too But there’s non

(Won’t you) Pour me a glass Of Monahan’s Mudders Milk We’ll wash the mud away. If you poor me a glass Of Monahan’s Mudders Milk We’ll leave Higgins’ damn M

As down the glen came McAlpine’s men with their shovels slung behind them It was in the pub that they drank their sub or down in the spike you’ll find them

It’s busk ye, my lads, get you up on deck And take up your stations for hauling the nets And mind you pull together boys, all through the night And sweat i

And she shall bring the birds in spring And dance among the flowers. In summer’s heat her kisses sweet They fall from leafy bowers. She cuts the grain and

Oh! a hungry feeling, it came o’er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle All along the b

In Ireland’s fight for freedom, boys, the North has played her part And though her day has yet to come, we never yet must part We’ll keep the fight until t

Way up in the north in old Tyrone, There’s a pretty little girl I call my own. She’s the sweetest rose Ireland’s ever grown. And sure as the moon and stars