Lyrics

Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing, For the love of one’s country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame, And it make

In eighteen hundred and forty one My corduroy breeches I put on My corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway The railway I’m weary of the railway

Chorus: Come now; gather now, here where the flowers grow White is the blossom as the snow on the bend Here now, freedom’s call, we’ll make a solemn vow No

Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas Two hundred miles from Donegal, there’s a pl

There’s a moment of your story that has always haunted me When you set out in yon open boat to help the poor man flee Was Charlie Stuart’s future Already p

It was twelve days ago in a pub. Night was near. I was on me fourth pint of their best Irish beer When a thought quickly struck me of all I hold dear. So I

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me save that thou art Thou my best thought by day or by night Waking or sleeping thy presence m

In a dreary Brixton prison Where an Irish rebel lay By his side a priest was kneeling ‘Ere his soul should pass away Then he faintly murmered “Father” As h

1. There are three lovely lasses in Bunyan, Bunyan, Bunyan, Bunyan There are three lovely lasses in Bunyan And I am the best of them all. (similarly:) 2. A

There once was a very, very holy Vicar who was walking along the street one day When he heard a little voice saying excuse me Vicar Oh help me Vicar the vo