The Wild Rover I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I’m returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more And it’s No, Nay, never, No, nay never no more Will I play the wild […]
The Town I Loved So Well Phil Coulter In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke and the smell Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane past the jail and
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“The Spanish Lady” As I came down through Dublin City, at the hour of twelve at night, Who should I spy, but a Spanish Lady Washing her feet by the candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coals In all me life I ne’er did see, a maid
The Rare Old Times with Imelda May, Karan Casey and The Dubliners, Geantrai na Nollag, TG4 Raised on songs & stories, heroes of re-known The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens’ rhymes That once was Dublin city in the rare ould times [Chorus:] Ring
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“The Irish Rover” On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York ‘Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She’d
“Falling Slowly” GLEN HANSARD I don’t know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can’t react And games that never amount To more than they’re meant Will play themselves out [Chorus:] Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got
The Auld Triangle Brendan Behan A hungry feeling, came o’er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Oh to start the morning, the warden bawling Get up out of bed you, and clean out your
In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And many an hour sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town As sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land Far away from me friends and relations betrayed by the black velvet band
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolibah tree, He sang as he watched and waited ’til his billy boiled You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me He sang as he watched and waited ’til his billy boiled, you’ll
Walking all the day near tall towers where falcons build their nests Silver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts Soar Black Head against the sky Between the rocks that run down to the sea Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more I stood by your
