Lyrics

How sweet is to roam by the sunny Shure stream And hear the doves coo ‘neath the morning sunbeam Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes entwine O

Oh the shearin’s no for you, my bonnie lassie oh Oh the shearin’s no for you, my bonnie lassie oh, Oh the shearin’s no for you, for yer back it winna boo,

I’m bidding farewell to the land of my youth and the home I love so well And the mountains so grand round my own native land I’m bidding them all farewell

Sullivan’s John to the road you’ve gone, far away from your native home You’ve gone with the tinker’s daughter far along the road to roam Sullivan’s John s

Over in Killarney Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And l’d gi

Come for a trip on Uncle Nobby’s steamboat Where you can hide your worries on a high float And we’ll take a trip to Leprechauns and shamrocks And hide your

Wrap the green flag round me, boys, to die were far more sweet With Ireland’s noble emblem, boys, to be my winding sheet In life I loved to see it wave and

We’re a’ met together here tae sir an’ tae crack. Wi’ oor glasses in oor hands, an’ oor wark upon oor back; For there’s no’ a trade among them a’ can eithe

Good people all, this Christmas-time Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending His beloved Son With thankful heart we sho

In days of old, when we were told by bold Sean McEntee To take it easy on the bread, the baccy and the tea, We never thought we’d live to see the likes of