Lyrics

Oh who will plough the fields now and who will sell the corn And who will watch the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn And the stack that’s in the haggar

A cold May morning was breaking over Dublin’s dreary town Sixteen brave men have fallen to the rifles of the crown Because they loved their country and ser

I’ve travelled many counties in Ireland But there’s still one I’m longing to see That’s been part of my homeland And it brings back fond memories to me. Wh

Oh Bridgit O’Malley, you left my heart shaken With a hopeless desolation, I’d have you to know It’s the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken And

Chorus: In the city of Chicago As the evening shadows fall There all people dreaming Of the hills of Donegal Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began

Oh come all ye tramps and hawkers lads ye gatherers oblaw That tramps the country round and round come listen one and all I’ll tell to you a rovin’ tale of

Im the lad that likes the drink the truth Ill tell to you But times are hard I canna work Im signin on the brew Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki t

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle ‘Twas St Patrick himself sure that set it And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile And with dew

Well good evening folks it’s good to be back in the good old USA Where they make damn sure they all the wars thousands of mile away I’ve just been across t

I am a bold undaunted fox that never was before on tramp My rent, rate and taxes I was willing for to pay I made my name in fine good land between Tipperar