Summertime when the livin’ is easyFish are jumpin and the cotton is highYou’re daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’So hush little baby, don’t you cry One of thses mornings you gonna rise up singingOh you spead your wings and you take to the skiesBut till that morning, ain’t nothin’ can harm youYea with…
Month: August 2022
Carrickfergus
I wish I was in Carrickfergusonly for nights in BallygranI would swim over the deepest oceanthe deepest oceanfor my love to findbut the sea is wide and I cannot cross overnor do I have any wings to flyif I could find me a handsome boatmanto ferry me over to my love and die My childhood…
The Parting Glass
Of all the money that e’er I hadI have spent it in good companyOh and all the harm I’ve ever doneAlas, it was to none but me And all I’ve done for want of witTo memory now I can’t recallSo fill to me the parting glassGood night and joy be to you all So fill…
Red is the Rose
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lassCome over the hills to your darlingYou choose the road, love, and I’ll make the vowAnd I’ll be your true love forever Red is the rose that in yonder garden growsFair is the lily of the valleyClear is the water that flows from the BoyneBut my love is…
The Rare Old Times
Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times. Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown,The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town,The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children’s rhymes,That once was Dublin city, in the Rare Oul Times. Ring a ring a…
Galway Shawl
At Oranmore in the county GalwayOne pleasant evening in the month’s of MayI spied a damsel, she was young and handsomeHer beauty fairly took my breath away She worn no jewels, nor costly diamondsNo paint nor powder, no none at allBut she worn a bonnet with ribbons on itAnd ’round her shoulders was the Galway…
The Wild Colonial Boy
There was a Wild Colonial Boy, Jack Duggan was his nameHe was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called CastlemainHe was his father’s only son, his mother’s pride and joyAnd dearly did his parents love, the Wild Colonial Boy At the early age of eighteen years, he left his native homeAnd to Australia’s…
Brennan on the Moor
Oh it’s of a brave young highway man this story we will tellHis name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell‘Twas on the Kilworth Mountains he commenced his wild careerAnd many a wealthy noble man before him shook with fear. And it’s Brennan On The Moor, Brennan On The MoorBold, brave and undaunted…
The 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 as the rose of the summer,Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me;Oh no, ’twas the truth…
The West’s Awake
Author: Thomas Davis When all beside a vigil keepthe West’s asleep, the West’s asleepalsas and well may Erin weepwhen Connacht lies in slumber deepthere lake and plain smile fair and freemid rocks their guardian chivalry singoh let man learn libertyfrom crashing winds and lashing sea That chainess wave and lovely landFreedom and Nationhood demandbe sure…