Lyrics

You’ve in history’s pages the heroes of great fame The deeds they done, the battles won and how they made their name But the boys that mad the history for

The west winds blow to Coshieville And with the winds came we And where the river hugs the wood And blackthorns bloom in spring There stood a single rowan

There’s an old winding road taking me to the mountains And down to the sea far below From the bloom on the bush comes the sound of the Thrush Through the w

O a comical genius was thinking one day How he’d jack up his job and receive handy pay He did not like begging and work was too hard So he got a bright not

I remember the night that he came in From the wintery cold and damp A giant of a man in an oilskin coat And a bundle that told he was a tramp He stood at t

I’ve a nice little cot and a small bit of land In a place by the side of the sea And I care about no one because I believe There’s no body cares about me M

The checkpoints and the baracades, have all been taken down As again I walk the streets of my native Derry Town Along its lonely allyways , and bustling ne

I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea From the fishing boats at Dingle To the shores of Dona’dee I miss the River Shannon and folks at Skibere

Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging mai

Chorus: Maggie, Nellie and Mary Ann, Lizzie, Willie and Phil McGann Get your jacket and don’t be late, Murder Polis in the Gallowgate In the Gallowgate on