Lyrics

It being on the twenty-third of June-o As I sat weaving all on my loom I heard a thrush singing on yon bush And the song she sang was a jug of punch Ladder

About four years ago, I was digging the land with my brogues on my feet and my spade in my hand says I to myself what a pity to see Such a fine strapping l

The lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play And many strawberries grow round the salt sea How sad is my heart when my love is away How many’s th

I wish I wish I wish in vain I wish I was a youth again But a youth again I can never be Till apples grow an Ivy tree Chorus: O love is pleasing and love i

Dear thoughts are in my mind And my soul soars enchanted As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day For a tender beaming smile To my hope ha

“Oh, Mrs. McGrath,” the sergeant said, “Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted? With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat, sure, Mrs. McGrat

Come all ye jolly plooman lads, And I’ll tell you a tale As merry a tale as ere befell A merchant’s son in the north did dwell And for a living he was forc

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