Lyrics

Oh, here’s good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow Jolly good luck to the pint pot, Good luck to the Barley mow Oh, the pint pot, half a pin

Time goes by and years roll onward, Still a memory I shall keep Of a night in Belfast prison; Unashamedly, I saw men weep. For the time was fast approachin

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot’s vision seem’d bright Ere I dreamed that

Buachaill ón Éirne mé’s bhréagfainn cailín deas óg Ní fhiarfainn bó spré léi, táimse féin saibhir go leor ‘S liom Corcaigh dá mhéad é, is dhá thaobh a’ ghl

I am an old timer I travel the road I sit in me wagon and lumber me load Me motel is the jungle me camp me abode And I’m well known to Blondie and Mary Me

Will you come to the bower o’er the free boundless ocean Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion, Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce t

I just down from the Isle of Skye I’m no very big but I’m awful shy All the lassies shout as I walk by, “Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?” Let the wind blow

We remember back in time in the year of ’69 You unleashed your dogs of war onto our streets We could not stand idly by and let our families die We fought y

In search of the good life the pilgrims set sail And all through the new land they blazed a brave trail The iron horse speeding down freshly laid trail Bro

Do you remember in the fairy tale, how the wicked witches spell Turned the handsome prince to a toad? By the power of a potion, she handed him the notion H