Lyrics

God rest you Robert Emmet And God rest you noble Tone God rest you Hugh O’Donnell And O’Neill of brave Tyrone God rest you Patrick Sarsfield In your grave

He was driving up to Mallaig, Glenfinnan by Loch Shiel, Heading for Lochailort, content behind the wheel, The road was getting narrower… the sign said slow

Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I’ll bid you farewell We’re bound now for Greenland, get ready to sail In hopes to

I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room And the Paper-boys are singing in the rain Not be long before they take us to the Airport and th

For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame? For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame? For what flowed Irelands blood in rivers That began when Bria

It’s of a gentlemen soldier as a sentry he did stand He saluted the fair maid be a wavin’ of the hand So boldly then he kissed and he passed it off as a jo

As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August me mind being elevated There were multitudes assembled with their tickets

Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble Curled up like Lord Oliver Crumble At the butt of the magazine wall the magazine w

An Ulster man I an proud to say from the Antrim Glens I come Although I labored by the sea I followed fife and drum I have heard the martial tramp of men;

I know my love by his way of walking And I know my love by his way of talking And I know my love in a jacket blue And if my love leaves me what will I do C