Lyrics

Oh I’ve never seen old Ireland o’er the ocean Tho’ I’ve wished for the chance to greet it In my mind I’ve always had a crazy notion That I’d know a bit of

One evening so late as I rambled On the banks of a clear purling stream, I sat down on a bank of primroses, And so gently fell into a dream. I dreamed I be

By the lonely prison wall. I heard a young girl calling. Michael, they are taking you away, for you stole Trevelyn’s corn So the young might see the morn.

Come all you warriors and renowned nobles Give ear unto my warlike theme While I relate how brave Father Murphy He lately roused from his sleepy dream Sure

You’ve heard of the Gresford Disaster, Of the terrible price that was paid; Two hundred and forty two colliers were lost, And three of the rescue brigade.

As we gather in the chapel here in Old Kilmainham Jail I think about these past few days, oh will they say we’ve failed From our schooldays they have told

Ah, well who wouldn’t be a sailor lad, a sailin’ on the main To gain the good will of his Captain’s good name He came ashore, one evening from the sea And

Chorus: Ho ro my nut-brown maiden, Hee ree my nut-brown maiden, Ho ro ro maiden, For she’s the maid for me Her eye so mildly beaming, Her look so frank and

And sing high Jeannie high, Sing low Jeannie low You can never make a singing bird Out of a hoodie crow My father was a gentleman, and a gentleman was he B

Young ladies have pity on me let me and your company mingle I once was a maiden so free and like you I was happy and single Me mother advised me to wed unt