Lyrics

Gentle men it is my duty To inform you of one beauty Though I’d ask you of a favor, Not to seek her for a while Though I own she is a creature Of character

Summer smiling on the city, it’s another lovely day in Sydney Sunshine pouring down like honey in a golden water fall But in the room where Claire is dying

A lonely wave is breaking on the rocky Antrim shore And the sighing winds are a keening oe’r the water’s solemn roar The seabirds sweep to Heaven with a lo

Well I’ve been a Sunday driver now for many’s a happy year And I’ve never had my Morris-Miner in route to second gear I can drive at 15 miles an hour on mo

I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more with armalites and motorbombs I thought I knew the score but now we have a weapon, we’ve never used before the

The night was icy cold I stood along I was waiting for an army foot patrol And when at last they came into my site I squeezed the trigger of my armalite Oh

I’m a stranger here from Ireland’s shore; I’ve been on the road six months or more Hikin’, workin’, travel in style; I’m a vagabond from Erin’s Isle My sun

I’m waiting for John Murphy’s van, to take me to the site Sure I’m working seven days a week From morning to dark night And when I step into the van and ge

You may sing or speak about Easter Week or the heroes of Ninety-Eight Those Fenian men who roamed the glen for victory or defeat Their names on history’s p

I’ve sung the Wild Rover for manys a year There’s some folk would boo and there’s others would cheer I sang it so often it gave me a pain So I’m no gonna s