Tradycyjna irlandzka piosenki

A Gallant Kerry soldier lay dying by the Liffey banks He lay dying there while escaping from the cruel Black And Tans While a comrade held him kindly with his head upon his knee And to him did softly whispered, take this message to Tralee Tell my parents not...

An Irish boy was leaving Leaving his native home Crossing the broad Atlantic Once more he wished to roam And as he was leaving his mother Who was standing at the quay She threw her arms around his waist And this to him did say [Chorus] A mother's love's a bles...

You’ve all got your brothers, your comrades and lovers Your friends, your companions, your partners in crime And the girls that you meet in the pub or the street That’ll set you to singin’ or writin’ in rhyme One or two of them stay, one or two pass away...

Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,- Sweet Alice whosehair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you [gave her a smile, And[ trembled with fear at your frown, In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They ha...

He's twenty-five, he's sick and tired It's time to try the other side The B & I to paradise To sergeants and their men. He's never been to Dun Na Ri Nor combed the beaches after three Chips and beer and greenery Sergeants and their men. He signed and too...

As I walk roundLondon city 'neath theskies so dark andgrey, I cannothear familiar sounds; my mind isdrifting away Across the deep blueocean and down that old roadway To see again thatthreshing mill on anIrish harvestday. It's An Irishharvest day nowlong past...

Are yougoing across to Ireland ]Will you take me in your car I'm sure you'll find my conversation sound I can pay my way entirely I'll[ enjoy your company ]Leave me off in any TipperaryTown Sure there's Cashel Tipp and Lorra Old Borris and Clogheen You can ta...

When I was just a little lad I used to go to school I’d sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool The teacher taught us everything, everything we know She had a great big lump of a stick that was bent into a bow Chorus She’d go “Aon focal, da focal...

My mood is clothed in Autumn’s shades My summer sun begins to fade Fading away with the waning year Changing my tempo now Autumn is here. Time to leave my friends behind I leave this town with you on my mind The dead leaves are burning, the year is deca...

How oft do mythoughts in their fancy take flight To the home of my childhood away, To the days when each patriot'svision seem'd bright Eredreamed that thosejoys should decay. When my heart was aslight as the wild winds that blow Down theMardyke through each el...

As I roved out one morning fair, so early as I strayed It being all in the month of June the birds sang in the shade The sun shone down right merrily and the water did swiftly glide Where primroses and daisies grow, down by Blackwaterside I had not gone but h...