Lyrics

For lang I courted Jeannie, and wrought with might and main, To get a puckle silver and a biggin’ o’ my ain; Every night I gaed to see her, be it late or b

For most of my life I have wandered the world Through manys a nation with flags all unfurled But in all of my travels no prouder flag I’ve found Than the r

As I went a-walking in the North country, Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be, As I was a-walkin up and down the street, A pretty little buy-a-broom

I was stopped by a soldier he said you are swine He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin I begged and I peddled all me manners were polite B

And its up along the bogside that’s were I long to be Lying in the dark with a Provo company A comrade on my left and another one on my right And a clip of

Now Ireland’s a very funny place, sir it’s a strange and a troubled land and the Irish are a very funny race, sir every girl’s in the Cumann na mBan Every

The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water, but whiskey by pints And

Oh well, poor aul’ Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air On the eighth day of March, in Dublin city fair from his stand of stones and mortar he fell crash

I have often heard it said from me father and me mother, That going to a wedding was the making of another. Well if this be so, then I’ll go without a bidd

On midsummer day in the land of Erin The war with the Firbolg about to begin Thrice nine of the children of Danu were killed In the first bloody hurl match