Lyrics

I am a bold bush ranger, Ned Kelly is my name My band is known and feared across the great Australian plain From Adelaide to Darwin and from Perth to Port

I was born about ten thousand years ago In Bellmullet in the County of Mayo It was me that chased the vermin, while St. Patrick preached the sermon And I’l

We sailed out of Dunmore, Michelmas gone by Cowhides and wool and live cargo Twenty young wild geese Ready fledged to fly Sailing for the Lowlands Low Chor

The lark in the morning she arises from her nest And she ascends all in the air with the dew upon her breast And with the pretty ploughboy she’ll whistle a

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya Now, Mrs. McGrath, Dr. Tierney did brag, Send your so up to college where he can study Ag

Some boyos when they go out courtin’ Sure they haven’t the spunk of a mouse They’ll stand on the corner and whistle They’re afraid to go into the house But

In Dublin’s fair city where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheels her wheel barrow through the streets broad and

Come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea, The whole year round on the fishing grounds On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps, On the b

Chorus: Oro, oro, oro Abhaile Michael O Ro Se do Bheatha Abhaile But find us bloody work there From Donegal to the County Kerry, From Belfast City to Hills

There’s a path by an old deserted mill. On the banks by an old bridge. broken still, Where the weeping willows are bending low On the green mossy bank, whe