As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jaill I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we’ve failed? From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me Oh Grace just […]
The Fields of Athenry Pete St. John By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Micheal they are taking you away For you stole Trevelyn’s corn So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. Low lie the Fields of Athenry Where once we watched
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“The Parting Glass” Of all the money that e’er I had I’ve spent it in good company And all the harm that e’er I’ve done Alas it was to none but me And all I’ve done for want of wit To memory now I can’t recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night
At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting O’er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing And brought the neighbours from far and near. Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack, Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry; “Arm! Arm!” he cried, “For I’ve come to lead you, For Ireland’s
Chorus: When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure ’tis like a morn in spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay, And When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure, they steal your heart away. Verse 1: There’s a tear in
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Daniel O’Donnell serenades Elysha Brennan after being crowned the 2015 Rose of Tralee The pale moon was rising above the green mountain, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain, That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee. She was lovely and fair
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“Galway Bay” If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, then maybe at the closing of your day, you can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, and see the sun go down on Galway Bay.Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, The women in the meadow making hay, just
On The One Road Francis O’Donovan We’re on the one road, sharing the one load We’re on the road to God knows where We’re on the one road, it may be the wrong road But we’re together now who cares? Northmen, Southmen, comrades all! Dublin, Belfast, Cork or Donegal! We’re on the one road, swinging
Dirty Old Town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring’s a girl in the street at night Dirty old town
As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying “Stand and deliver” for he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall
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