Lyrics

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Close by the window young Eileen is spinning Bent o’er the fire her blind grandmother sitting Crooning and moani

Once upon a golden age singing songs was all the rage Songs of glory, songs of fun, sad songs in an older tongue Upon my solemn oath there’d be forty verse

Here’s to Donegal and her people brave and tall Here’s to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry Here’s to Cavan and to Louth, here’s to Carlow in the South Here’

In a mean abode in the Shankill road lived a man named William Bloat Who had a wife, the bane of life, who always got his goat So one day at dawn, with her

When I was single I wore a plaid shawl Now that I’m married I’ve nothing at all Oh but still I love him I’ll forgive him I’ll go with him where ever he goe

There’s a pretty spot in Ireland I always claim for my land Where the fairies and the blarney will never, never die It’s the land of the shillalah My heart

You might easy know a doffer When she comes into town With her long yellow hair And her pickers hanging down With her rubber tied before her And her scrape

Bill Staines All god’s creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their

Sure, a little bit o’ Heaven fell from out of the sky one day And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away And the angels found it, sure it looked so swe

I’ll sing you a song of a terrible wrong, When the flags they flew at half-mast And a man he lay dead, he’d been riddled with lead He died on the streets o