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Many homes are filled with sorrow and with sadness Many hearts are filled with anguish and with pain For old Ireland now she hangs her head in mourning For

Chorus: Step we gaily, on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe, Arm in arm and row on row All for Mairi’s wedding. Over hillways up and down Myrtle green an

The maid went to the mill last night Hey-hey, so wanton! The maid went to the mill last night Hey, so wanton she! She swore below the stars so bright That

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet Oh! The last rays of feeling and life must depart Ere t

I have seen you tossing restless between midnight and day, Paying all the debts of many years, Staring out the window till the mist has burned away, Waitin

I’m a weaver, a Carlton Weaver I’m a a rash and a-roving blade I’ve got silver in my pockets And I follow the roving trade Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey

There was an ould woman in Belfast did dwell Constipation was giving her hell She went to the doctor cause she couldn’t @*$#& So he gave her a bottle to ma

Chorus: There was Peter sitting in the corner fiddle in his hand Playing away like you never did hear and you’ll never hear again Charlie on banjo, Shorty

Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat Said he, “Sure, of goat’s milk I mean to have my fill!” But when he got

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