Lyrics

The bark of a dog breaks the silence like a bitter last hurrah And a raven spreads it’s wings for flight over fields near Beál Na mBláth With a rifle still

Chorus: Gather up the pots and the old tin cans The corn, the mash, the barley and the bran Run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from risi

For nearly sixty years I’ve been a cocky, Of drought and fires and floods I’ve lived through plenty; This country’s dust and mud have seen my tears and blo

When first I came to London in the year of thirty-nine The city was so wonderful and he girls were so divine But the coppers got suspicious and they soon g

As I went out one morning, going to Dungarven fair I spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair Her way was so delightful, her voice rang like a b

Ship chandlers, panhandlers, skippers tae spare Whalermen blowin’ their Salvesen share Merchantmen hame on rough-buckets and tubs Gaither nae mair in Port

You sailor lads, come lend an ear, and listen to me song it’s of a trick ’twas played on me, and won’t detain you long: I came home from see the other day

There was a man lived in the North a hero brave and bold Who robbed the wealthy Landlords of their sliver and their gold He gave the money to the poor to p

And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin’ tree With the tree in the bog And the bog down in the valley-o. Now on that tree there was a limb

A Róisín, ná bíodh brón ort ná chás anois tá do phárdún ó’n Róimh agus ó’n bPápa agat tá na bráithre ag teacht thar sáile agus ag tríall thar muir ‘S ni ce