Lyrics

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

(Won’t you) Pour me a glass Of Monahan’s Mudders Milk We’ll wash the mud away. If you poor me a glass Of Monahan’s Mudders Milk We’ll leave Higgins’ damn M

As down the glen came McAlpine’s men with their shovels slung behind them It was in the pub that they drank their sub or down in the spike you’ll find them

It’s busk ye, my lads, get you up on deck And take up your stations for hauling the nets And mind you pull together boys, all through the night And sweat i

And she shall bring the birds in spring And dance among the flowers. In summer’s heat her kisses sweet They fall from leafy bowers. She cuts the grain and

Oh! a hungry feeling, it came o’er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle All along the b