Lyrics

Ye Jacobites by name give an ear, give an ear Ye Jacobites by name give an ear Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim Your doctrines I must blame

Shane MacGowan One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Jo

Sure I’ve roamed this wide world over But of all the lands I’ve seen There’s no spot I’d rather dwell in Than my little isle of Green Only last night I was

There was a wild colonial boy Jack Doolin was his name Of poor but honest parents he was born near Castlemane He was his father’s only son his mother’s pri

Says Lloyd-George to Macpherson, “l give you the sack, To uphold law and order you haven’t the knack, I’ll send over Greenwood, a much stronger man, And fi

I was born here in Ireland But a foreign land called me away Now I’ve come back to see my hometown And my friends of yesterday Gone are the old folks frien

Come all you warriors and renowned nobles Give ear unto my warlike theme And I will sing you how Father Murphy Lately aroused from his sleepy dream Neither

Over in McCann’s there’s a grand type of dance band a-playing And they’re spinnin’ out the Continental Céilí, They’re comin’ in their cars from the bars ov

Her father died the land was sold Marie tried to keep a hold Scottish law and foreign gold Cancel Marie’s wedding Chorus: Sell we gaily on we go Down at he

You may travel far far from your own native land Far away o’er the mountains, far away o’er the foam But of all the fine places that I’ve ever been Sure th