Lyrics

As I was climbing into bed, at my poor granny’s side, I looked out the window, the Brits had arrived. The house was surrounded; they smashed the front door

Well my name my friends is Lucky O’ Byrne And I’ve come to say I’ve just arrived Left the Emerald Shore back in ’75 And I’ve God to thank that I’m still al

Farewell to you, my own true love I am going far away I am bound for California But I know that I’ll return some day Chorus: So fare thee well, my own true

Don’t beat drum that frightens the children Don’t sing the songs about winning or losing Sit down beside the green fields are bleeding Sing me the music of

Oh, me name is MacNamara I’m the leader of the band Although we’re few in numbers we’re the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at every f

Oh, Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don’t sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat But there’ gangs of t

I’m ninety miles form Dublin town I’m in an H-Block cell To help you understand me plight This story now I’ll tell I’m on the blanket protest My efforts mu

In the County Tyrone in the town of Dungannon Where manys the ructions meself had a hand in Bob Williamson lived there a weaver be trade And all of us thou

My feet are here on Broadway this blessed harvest morn But oh the ache that’s in me for the spot where I was born My weary hands are blistered from toil in

Well, the publican’s anxious for the quota to come, There’s a faraway look on the face of the bum, The maid’s gone all cranky and the cook’s actin’ queer –