Lyrics

If you go down to the woods today You’re sure of a big surprise. If you go down to the woods today You’d better go in disguise. For ev’ry bear that ever th

Chorus: This land is your land, this land is my land From the northern highlands, to the western islands From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of free De

Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Orange prod, Who thought that Ian Paisley was just one step down from God. He thought that they ate the children in th

My father sailed away, and the band played tunes of glory A giant man with ribbons and bedeviled dignity. A regimental sergeant the back bone of the Empire

There’s a tear in your eye and I’m wondering why For it never should be there at all With such power in your smile sure a stone you’d beguile So never a te

Ye Jacobites by name give an ear, give an ear Ye Jacobites by name give an ear Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim Your doctrines I must blame

Shane MacGowan One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Jo

Sure I’ve roamed this wide world over But of all the lands I’ve seen There’s no spot I’d rather dwell in Than my little isle of Green Only last night I was

There was a wild colonial boy Jack Doolin was his name Of poor but honest parents he was born near Castlemane He was his father’s only son his mother’s pri

Says Lloyd-George to Macpherson, “l give you the sack, To uphold law and order you haven’t the knack, I’ll send over Greenwood, a much stronger man, And fi