: Lift MacCahir Og your face You're brooding o'er you're old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, He sent you to the Fern. Grey said victory
: I read in the paper that sooner or later the world?s gonna fall on its ass I?ve got some questions, I never get answers, Lately I?m too scared to ask
hum no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swell rang out o'er the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin
: Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love; The fire used to burn in your eye. Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin' That you still reach out for
: Paint on ytour nail smells like kerosene Before these blisters we were squeaky clean We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream Sweet things turn sour honey
: You learned to climb the mountain Before I learned to breathe. You emptied out the fountin, You can't control your greed. I gave you all my favors,
: And she was my true love Sent like an angel from above And I believed our love was strong She said farewell, and I was wrong Now she broke my heart
: You were not here when the lights came crashing down You showed no fear, you were nowhere to be found Now I'm hurting just like I did before Now I'
I don't care if I get arrested 'Cause tonight they'll need more than a ball and chain I don't care just whose interested 'Cause I'm comin' into town just
Anna Liffey 'Twas down by Anna Liffey My love and I did stray Where in the good old slushy mud The seagulls sport and play We've got the whiff of ray
In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And the many an hours sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town A
I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, By the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. Clouds
Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell For I've got a situation and begorrah
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear
the rocky road to Dublin' One, two, three four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-da
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
The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric Bogle When I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green
did hum nor battle drum Did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell Rang out through the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin
