As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced me pistol and then produced
As down the glen came McAlpine's men With their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub they drank the sub And up in the spike you'll find them They
When I was young, I used to be, As fine a man as ever you'd see, 'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me, Come and join the British army. Too-ra loo-
As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, I then produced
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
T'was down by the Glenside I met an old woman A plucking young nettles She ne'er saw me coming I listened a while To the song she was huming Glory o glory
boys won't leave the girls alone Pulled me hair, stolen me comb But that's alright, till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin
Dear sir I write this note to you to tell me of me plight, And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight. Me body is all black and blue, me face
When Eve was in the garden Adam climbed an apple tree He went aloft up to the top To see what he could see He gazed in awe of what he saw That made the
I bang on the door but she won't let me in cuz you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin. lock all the doors from the front to the back and left me
I am here, on a Sunday morning The day that you said you were walkin' away Dyin' here, but I don't want to wake you As long as you're sleeping, you're
For all of our wars what have we won we drank up the world now that we're done where can we go what have we left a big empty shell in a big empty nest
Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love; The light used to shine in your eye. Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin' That you still reach out for the
Paint on your nail smells like kerosene Before these blisters we were squeaky clean We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream Sweet things turn sour honey
If they gave you the good life, Would you close your eyes? Would ya lock out the real world, No compromise? You sleep safe tonight. And you believe
So you take your first step today Next to know you'll be running away Since you came I've been upside down Now I know I never wanna come down Open up
Eyes of a child Simple and wild Where did you go? I see pictures of home Where I'm never alone And warmth surrounds me Keeps me whole I'd like to think
He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush Astride of an old packing crate And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing As he crooned with a smile on