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The coat she wore still lies upon the bed The book I gave her that she never read She left without a single word to say Her father didn’t like me anyway Oh

I have fallen for another; she can make her own way home And even if she asked me now, I’d let her go alone I use to see her up the chapel, when she went t

Officers And Troops At Boston By my faith but I think ye’re all makers of bulls, With your brains in your breeches, your bums in your skulls Get home with

‘Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry ‘Twas pretty to be in Aghalee Still prettier to be on bonny Ram’s Island Sitting forever beneath a tree For often I saile

When I was a maiden fair and young, On the pleasant banks of Lee, No bird that in the greenwood sung, Was half so blithe and free. My heart ne’er beat with

I am young Scotsman from Am-er-i-ca The kilt is my pleasure it’s true You can call it a skirt, but your lady will flirt If she has a chance she’ll leave yo

O’er railroad ties and crossings I made my weary way, Through swamps and elevations My tired feet did stray Until I resolved at sunset Some higher ground t

Oh, I used to have a doggie and I called him little Gomez Because he was a Mexican Chihuahua Though there wasn’t much to him what there was all cojones In

Lord Nelson stood in pompous state,upon his pillar high And down along O’Connell Street he cast a wicked eye He thought how this barbaric race had fought t

I have seen the lark soar high at morn Heard his song up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe his note The thrush and the linnet too But there’s non