Lyrics

As I went a-walking in the North country, Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be, As I was a-walkin up and down the street, A pretty little buy-a-broom

I was stopped by a soldier he said you are swine He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin I begged and I peddled all me manners were polite B

And its up along the bogside that’s were I long to be Lying in the dark with a Provo company A comrade on my left and another one on my right And a clip of

Now Ireland’s a very funny place, sir it’s a strange and a troubled land and the Irish are a very funny race, sir every girl’s in the Cumann na mBan Every

The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water, but whiskey by pints And

Oh well, poor aul’ Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air On the eighth day of March, in Dublin city fair from his stand of stones and mortar he fell crash

I have often heard it said from me father and me mother, That going to a wedding was the making of another. Well if this be so, then I’ll go without a bidd

On midsummer day in the land of Erin The war with the Firbolg about to begin Thrice nine of the children of Danu were killed In the first bloody hurl match

The Military band is playing, come see the parade, Wave and cheer our heroes as they bravely march away, This time it’s not the unemployed, the workers or

In 1916, in the year of our Lord Fighting came to Ireland like it never had before For freedom comes to those who fight for its day So I picked up my rifle