Lyrics

Oh come all ye tramps and hawkers lads ye gatherers oblaw That tramps the country round and round come listen one and all I’ll tell to you a rovin’ tale of

Im the lad that likes the drink the truth Ill tell to you But times are hard I canna work Im signin on the brew Rikki too dum day too dum day rikki rikki t

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle ‘Twas St Patrick himself sure that set it And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile And with dew

Well good evening folks it’s good to be back in the good old USA Where they make damn sure they all the wars thousands of mile away I’ve just been across t

I am a bold undaunted fox that never was before on tramp My rent, rate and taxes I was willing for to pay I made my name in fine good land between Tipperar

There’s many a date in history of which the poet sings, Of battles won and battles lost, of emperors and kings. But the fifth day of October stays in my me

Laws were made for people and the law can never scorn The right of a man to be free Chorus: Free the people, let them have their say Free the people, let t

In Glendalough lived an old saint Renowned for learning and piety His manners was curious and quint And he looked upon girl with disparity He was fond of r

Have you ever been in love, me boys? Oh! have you felt the pain? I’d rather be in jail, me boys/myself Than be in love again For the girl I loved was beaut

I remember the show twenty one years ago, When John Kennedy paid us a visit Now the worlds rearranged – not improved only changed, But our heart’s in the s