Ludowa irlandzka piosenki

In the sweet county Lim'rick, one cold winter's night All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light; And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy, As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy, R: Singing bainne na mbó do na gamhna And th...

When Saint Patrick this order established, He called us the Monks of the Screw Good rules he revealed to our Abbot To guide us in what we should do; But first he replenished our fountain With liquor the best in the sky; And he said on the word of a Saint That...

In Newry Town I was bred and born In Stephen's Green, now I die in scorn I spent my time in the saddling trade But I turned out to be But I turned out to be a roving blade. At Seventeen I took a wife I loved her dearly as I loved my life And for to keep her b...

I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth And the home that I love so well And the mountains grand of my own native land I'm bidding them all farewell With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu For tomorrow we sail far away O'er the raging foam, to seek a hom...

I'm on my way down to the quay Where the big ship at anchor lays To command a gang of navvys I was told to engage I thought I'd drop in for a drink Before I went away For to take a trip on an emigrant ship To the shores of Botany Bay R: Farewell to your brick...

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so sweet in her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To m...

1. Far across the stormy ocean in our happy Northern home, Where our country men are arming to resist the wiles of Rome, I can see the Union Cruiser in the harbour of Belfast, And the Orange flag of Liberty is floating on her mast. 2. Every city, town and vil...

I've been a wild rover for many's the year, and I spent all my money on whiskey and beer. And now I'm returning with gold in great store, and I never will play the wild rover no more. (R): And it's no, nay, never! No, nay, never, no more, will I play the wild...

As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'. First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier, Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, There's w...