Lyrics

Chorus: Willie’s gan tae Melville Castle, boots and spurs and a’ Tae bid the ladies a’ fareweel, afore he gaed awa’ Oh Willie’s young and blithe and bonnie

“Good evening ‘ I’m Ross Symons, with the news from A.B.C. A record profit’s been announced by the Board of B.H.P. In the second cricket test in Perth, the

I am the wee falorie man A rattling, roving Irishman, I can do all that ever you can For I am the wee falorie man. I have a sister Mary Ann She washes her

When the yellow’s on the broom When the yellow’s on the broom I’ll tak’ ye on the road again When the yellow’s on the broom I ken ye dinna like it, lass, t

In Dublin town they sing of a brave Wicklow woman Of her troubles and her times in cruel Kilmainham Jail All the way from Butterfield Lane Anne Devlin was

Four gleaming scythes in the sunshine swaying, Through the deep hush of a summer´s day, Before their edges four stout men sweeping In tuneful measure the f

I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride and we went a-walking down by the seaside Seeking good fortune and what might betide for it being on Christmas m

Jack Lynch came out from Dublin and he had 10,000 men He marched them up to the border and he marched back again But such an armored column lads the like w

At Boolavogue as the sun was setting, O`er the bright may meadows of Shelmalier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing, and brought the neighbours from far

My name is Bobby Sands, MP Born in the city of Belfast Divided by religion I grew up fast I was stabbed and I was spat upon My family run out of its home T