Lyrics

When I was young, a pub was a pub With mahogany tables and a sawdust floor Nothing fancy but plain enough But they don’t build pubs like that no more They’

Well, there was an old woman from Wexford And in Wexford she did well She lovered old man dearly But another one twice as well Chorus: With me tiggery tigg

Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing, For the love of one’s country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame, And it make

In eighteen hundred and forty one My corduroy breeches I put on My corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway The railway I’m weary of the railway

Chorus: Come now; gather now, here where the flowers grow White is the blossom as the snow on the bend Here now, freedom’s call, we’ll make a solemn vow No

Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas Two hundred miles from Donegal, there’s a pl

There’s a moment of your story that has always haunted me When you set out in yon open boat to help the poor man flee Was Charlie Stuart’s future Already p

It was twelve days ago in a pub. Night was near. I was on me fourth pint of their best Irish beer When a thought quickly struck me of all I hold dear. So I

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me save that thou art Thou my best thought by day or by night Waking or sleeping thy presence m

In a dreary Brixton prison Where an Irish rebel lay By his side a priest was kneeling ‘Ere his soul should pass away Then he faintly murmered “Father” As h