Lyrics

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

(Will you go, lassie go) Oh, the summer time is coming, And the trees are sweetly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather.

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Dugan was his name He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine He was his father’s only son, his m

In days of old in a kingdom bold, there lived a fearsome dragon. And the King he was in great distress and the countries spirits flagoned. Until one day th

There’s a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe There’s a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe Where we met my love and I, love’s fair planet in the sky In that dee

Chorus: I am the man, the well fed man, in charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job When the Atom war is o

Oh, here’s good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow Jolly good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow Oh, the pint pot, half a pin

In comes the captain’s daughter, the captain of the Yeos, Saying; “”Brave United Irish men, We’ll ne’er again be foes. A thousand pounds I’ll bring, If you

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot’s vision seem’d bright Ere I dreamed that

Buachaill ón Éirne mé’s bhréagfainn cailín deas óg Ní fhiarfainn bó spré léi, táimse féin saibhir go leor ‘S liom Corcaigh dá mhéad é, is dhá thaobh a’ ghl