Lyrics

Chorus: Farewell you collier workers the muffler and the cap Farewell you Rhonda Valley girls we never will come back The mines they are all closing, the v

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd Well he had a tongue both rich and sweet, An’ to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah

Chorus: They were the men with the vision the men with the cause The men who defied their oppressors laws The men who traded their chains for guns Born int

A gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady. He whistled and he sang ’til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. Ah-dee

(The King’s Own Guards) Rachaidh mise suas le Gárdaí ‘n Rí Agus bhéarfaidh mis’ anuas ar láimh liom í Nach mise chuirfeadh cluain ar a báin-chnios mín Agus

There was a poor thing that flowed in with the tide It was forty foot long, boys, and forty foot wide And we called it the herring that came it with the ti

Where have you been all day Henry me son Where have you been all day my beloved on Away in the meadow Away in the meadow Make my bed I’ve a pain in me head

I know who is sick I know who is sorry I know who I’ll wed but the lord knows who I’ll marry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo Too-ra-loo-ra-laddy-O I have stockings of si

I’ve met some folks who say that I’m a dreamer And I’ve no doubt there’s truth in what they say But sure a body’s bound to be a dreamer When all the things

Once upon a time there was Irish ways and Irish laws Villages of Irish blood Waking in the morning Waking in the morning Then the Vikings came around Turne