Here a tower shinning bright
Once stood gleaming in the night
Where now theres just the rubble
In the hole here the paddies and the frogs
Came to gamble on the dogs
Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago

Oh the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the car-parks going up
And theyre pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody rainy day
Oh sweet city of my dreams
Of speed and skill and schemes
Like atlantis you just disappeared from view
And the hare upon the wire
Has been burnt upon your pyre
Like the black dog that once raced
Out from trap two

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
Johnny strummed his Tommy gun
Left blastin' through the ceiling
So what became of rebels
Who sang for you and me?
Grapplin' with their demons
In the search for liberty

Suffers who suffer all
Can swim upon the desert
Where avarice have ravaged all
In spite of good intentions
Don't fill your mouth with gluttony
For pride will surely swell
But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

Envy and its evil twin
It crept in bed with slander
Idiots they gave advice
But sloth it gave no answer
Anger kills the human soul
With butter tales of lust
While pavlov's Dogs keep chewin'
On the legs they never trust

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

But It's the only life we'll know
Blagards to the bone
So don't wreck yourself
Take an honest grip
For there's more tales beyond the shore

Ah the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
In and out came crawlin' out
And spewed upon the ceiling
So what became of rebels"
That sang for you and me
Grapplin; with their demons
In the search for liberty

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
"My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man
And the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream
Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty"
Then Jem yelled out "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They'll never lock us out again and here's the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die....."
And now we're in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other goodbye
Up steps our citizen leader and roars out to the sky
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die...
Oh Lily, I don't want to die, we've got so much to live for
And I know we're all goin' out to get slaughtered, but I just can't take any more
Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin' 14 hours a day for the scum
Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor
Oh Lily, I just can't take any more
They've locked us out, they've banned our unions,
they even treat their animals better than us
No! It's far better to die like a man on your
feet than to live forever like some slave on your knees,
Lilly But don't let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me
No! Rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom
Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution"
We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die...."

Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
Lectures from priests living in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
Paid for by their spiritual teachings
A busy year this, the streets running red
How many sent to a nuptial bed
And how many sent home to a winter of graves
And how many wait in for the slaughter
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
It's Easter again and we cannot forget
Brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet
But the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We still send them over the water
Seventeen years and Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
Protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss
Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on the colourless night
And the organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
hot-wire her with a pin
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big jim dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his fathers laid
Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five oclock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well going away
Theres nothing left to say
Farewell to new york city boys
To boston and paHe took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
Im a free born man of the usa
He fought the champ in pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on tiny tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare the well gone away
Theres nothing left to say
With a slainte joe and erin go
My loves in amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish winde from far away
Im a free born man of the usa
This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That Id come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hillI told you
Id always loveI always did and I always will
Fare thee well gone away
Theres nothing left to saycept to say adieu
To your eyes as blueAs the water in the bay
And to big jim dwyerThe man of wire
Who was often heard to say
Im a free born man of the usa

As I walked by the dockside on evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
O take me away boys my time is not long

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates
I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go when they don't go to Hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Chorus

The sky's always clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Chorus

And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree

Chorus

I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song

Chorus

As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jail
I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we've failed?
From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty
Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me

Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye
Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand
The love I bare for these brave men, the love for my dear land
But when Pádraic called me to his side down in the GPO
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go

Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye
Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too
On this May morn as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know
I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.

Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye
For we must say goodbye

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.

'Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathl Brugha*,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.
The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide
In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

A friend that you can trust in any midsummer’s burning sky
Understanding of a druid
And the innocence of a child
Memories of snowflakes
And of those who understood you
There’re all gone now
I only wish for you the world of good
All your precious photographs and all your favorite dreams
When the years have gone behind you
That chance to be nineteen
Children in your likeness
Of the same inspiring blood
And a man who makes you happy
I only wish for you the world of good
Chorus
The sky at night and the open sea
A clear refreshing mountain stream
Tir-na-nog and Robin Hood
I wish for you the world of good
A box of sìog hand- me-downs
That follow you around
A winding road that leads you to
Another stronghold town I know you’d take me with you
If you really thought you should
But if you up and go alone
I wish for you a world of good
Chorus
Through the Screaming of your childhood
In a land that's torn apart
And the chilling cold of violent deeds
Somehow strengthens your warm heart
Your gentle firm and peaceful ways
Have long since well withstood... the darkness in this country
I only wish for you the world of good
Chorus
Oh I love you girl and I always will
You know you're part of my life still
Though times have changed .... it's understood
I wish for you the World of Good ..... the World of Good

Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed
Theres a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
Theres devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and youll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair
And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldnt give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurchS
o you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now youll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And theyll take you from this dump youre in and stick you in a box
Then theyll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But youll stick your head back out and shout well have another round
At the graveside of cuchulainn well kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven, and billys down by the bay

They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world war,
No-one had ever seen such a terrible sight before,
The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead,
The politics of power, they passed around to see,
It was a time to remember, we never can forget,
They were playin' Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette.

They arose like the saviours of our modern human race,
With radiation haloes, that hung about their face,
With the key to the sure-cure, the treatment of our ills,
A hot-shot of cobalt, and a pocket-full of pills,
Speaking always of the enemy, who lurked across the sea,
While they crept in among us like a carrier disease.
Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead,
Einstein's disciples working steadily ahead,
Making heavy metal power-plants to fire the city lights,
All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night,
And the walls of tight security, circle all around,
Where they spill out their poison and bury it in the ground.
Holed up in the harbours hidden secretly away,
War-heads and submarines await to make their play,
The military masterminds improve on their design,
The soldiers get all doped up and stumble through the lines,
While the spills into the rivers get carried out by the tide,
They call this security but we're not satisfied.
Our statesmen and leaders and politicians pay,
Quick to heed the hand that feeds, they're careful what they say,
They call out experts to assure us, to wave their magic wands,
This is the power of the future, And the future marches on,
And they call in their favours, all their political gains,
While the spills fill the rivers and settle in the plains.
They've caused the death of millions, that's their stock and trade,
They will be afflicted by the fallout that they've made,
They've sealed their own inevitable doom, it must surely come,
Not even the moons of Jupiter will be far enough away to run,
When this earth that they've assaulted, begins to turn around,
And the unavoidable gravity, sucks them to the ground.
I know the minds behind them, they are riddled full of holes,
Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls,
Their eyesight it is twisted by the glory of their careers,
The heaped praise and flattery is music to their ears,
To listen to them talk about how it hasn't happened,
Yet's like playing Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette

Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling
Shameful, racist or partial
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no-one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both my hands untied
I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of LabourAnd Tories,
and spit upon the name of Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever

Darlin, darlin' you've put up with so much
Betrayed by your leaders, abandoned by your church
I've watched you suffer, now you're older than your years
But you still look beautiful, though you're fightin' back the tears

You can break down my door, you can even strip search me
Never gonna take away my human dignity
Beat me, shoot me, flame keep on burnin'
Never gonna put out the fire of freedom

When we were children, we thought we would be God's annointed
but the joke was on you and me 10 years later, we're still searchin' for the sun
But I want you to know that our day will come
So many hopes and dreams lying in pieces
All of us betrayed by politicians' speeches
I want you to know, I'll love you forever
Our dreams will continue in the eyes of our children
Out in the streets all I hear is violence
But the authorities react with silence
One law for you, for me it's another
Things gotta change, oh my sisters and brothers
Óró 'se do bheatha 'bhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Don't use the color of my skin as an issue
Hey politician, your lies are gonna get you Chickens comin' home to roost in the White House Blood on the streets if you don't shut your big mouth
Power to the people sang Johnny Lennon 20 years later we're back at the beginnin'
Sick of waitin' round for divine intervention
Take to the streets if you're lookin' for redemption

It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy , as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.

See the bright new moon is rising,
Above the land of black and green.
Hear the rebels voices calling,
I will not die 'till you bury me.

The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
Why has he forsaken me.
Faded pictures in the hallway,
Which one of them brown ghosts is he?

Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
Curse the spade and curse the plough.
I've counted years and weeks and days,
And I wish to God I was with you now.

Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
Fare thee well me own Aisling.
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
Far across the grey north sea.

And the wind it blows from the North and South,
To the East And to the West.
I will be like the wind my love,
For I will know no rest until I return to thee.

1, 2, 3, 4 telegraph poles,
Standing on the cold black road.
The night is fading into morning,
Give us a drop of your sweet poitín.

The rain was lashing - the sun was rising,
The wind was whipping through the trees.
The madness from the mountains crawling,
When I saw you first my own Aisling.

Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
Curse the spade and curse the plough.
I've counted years and weeks and days,
And I wish to God I was with you now.

Fare thee well my black haired diamond,
Fare thee well my own Aisling.
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
Far across the grey north sea.

As I was climbing into bed,
At my poor granny's side,
I looked out the window,
The Brits had arrived.
The house was surrounded,
They smashed the front door in.
They've come to take away,
The lid of me granny's bin.

Well she opened up her window,
And she clambered down the spout,
Soon her bin was rattling,
To call her neighbors out.
She took out her whistle,
And blew away like hell,
And soon we heard an echo,
As the neighbors blew as well.

CHORUS
With a Scream, Bang, Shout,
Rattle up a din.
Let the army know, my Girls,
The Brits is comin' in.
Now rattle up your bin lid.
Beat the message out.
Get your head down.
Whistle, Bang, Shout.

A Tommy came right upstairs,
A rifle in his hand.
She kicked him with her button boots,
As down the hall she ran.
Up came another one,
His medal for to win.
But all he got right on the gob,
Was the lid of me granny's bin.

The music rose like thunder,
As the bins and whistles played.
The enemy soon retreated,
They knew they'd overstayed.
It wasn't made of silver,
It wasn't made of tin,
But once again it saved us all,
The lid of me granny's bin.

CHORUS

The English have the telly,
The radio and press.
To all communications,
They've always had access.
But from Pettigo to Bellaghy,
From the bone to Castlefin,
The only way to spread the news,
Is rattle your granny's bin.

CHORUS

Gather up the pots and the old tin cans
The mash, the corn, the barley and the bran.
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney.
Keep your eyes well peeled today
The excise men are on their way
Searching for the mountain tay
In the hills of Connemara.
Swinging to the left, swinging to the right
The excise men will dance all night
Drinkin' up the tay till the broad day light
In the hills of Connemara.
A gallon for the butcher and a quart for John
And a bottle for poor old Father Tom
Just to help the poor old dear along
In the hills of Connemara.
Stand your ground, for it's too late
The excise men are at the gate.
Glory be to Paddy, but they're drinkin' it straight
In the hills of Connemara.

I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride and we went a-walking down by the seaside
Seeking good fortune and what might betidefor it being on Christmas morning
For recreation we went on a trampwhere we met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Crump
And a little wee drummer intending to camp for the day being pleasant and charming
"Good morning, good morning" the sergeant did cry"
And the same to you gentlemen" we did reply
Intending no harm, we made to pass by
For it being on Christmas mornin'Says he,
"My fine fellows, if you will enlistit's ten guineas I quickly will shove in your fist
And a crown in the bargain to kick off the dust and to drink the king's health in the morning
For a soldier he leads a very fine lifeand he always is blessed with a pretty young wife
And he pays all his debts without worry or strifeand always is pleasant and charming
And a soldier, he always is decent and cleanin the finest of clothes he is constantly seen
While other poor fellows are dirty and mean and sup on thin gruel in the morning"
But says Arthur, I wouldn't be proud of your clothesfor you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
And you dare not remove them at night for you know if you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
And although that we are single and freewe take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to seealthough your offers are charming
And we have no desire to take your advance of hazards and dangers we'll barter our chance
For you have no scruples and will send us to France where we'll surely be shot without warning
Oh now, says the sergeant, if I hear one more word
I instantly then will draw out my sword
And run through your bodies as strength can afford
So now you gay devils take warning!
But Arthur and me we took in the odds and we gave them no chance for to lunge out their swords
Our trusty shillaleahs come over their headsand bade them take that as fair warning
As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouchWe made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to rolland bade it a tedious returning
And as for the rapiers that hung at their sideswe flung them as far as would could in the tide
To the devil I bid you, cried Arthur McBrideand temper their steel in the morning
I had a first cousin called Arthur McBrideand we went a-walking down by the seaside
Seeking good fortune and what might betide
For it being on Christmas morning

Well, weren't we the rare oul stock spent the evening getting locked
Up in the Ace o hearts where the high stools were engaging
Over the Butt Bridge down the dock the boat she sailed at 5 o'clock
"Hurry boys, now" said Whack or before we're there we'll all be back
Carry him if you can the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man.

Before we reached the Alexander base the ding dong we surely did raise
In the bar of the ship we had great sport
As the boat she sailed out of the port
Landed up in the Douglas head enquired for a vacant bed
The dining room we soon got shown by a decent woman up the road
Lads, eat it if you can and the crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Next morning we went for a ramble round viewed the sights of Douglas town
Then we went for a nighty session in a pub they call Dick Darbies
We must have been drunk by half past three
To sober up we went swimming in the sea
Back to the digs for the spruce up and while waitin' for the fry
We all drew up our plan
The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man.

That night we went to Texas Bar Came back down by horse& car
Met Big Jim & all went in to drink some wine in Yate's
TheLiverpool Judies it was said were all to be found in the Douglas head
McShanewas there in his suit & shirt
Them foreign girls he was trying to flirtSayin
"Here girls, I'm your man" & the crack was ninety inthe Isle of Man
Whacker fancied his good looks, on an Isle of Man woman he was struck
But a Liverpool lad was by her side & he was throwin'the jar into her
Whacker thought he'd take a chance he asked the quareone out to dance
Around the floor they stepped it out
And to Whack it was no bother
Everything was goin' to plan the crack was ninety in the Isleof Man

The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack
your man stood there till his mates came back
Whack! They all whacked into Whack & Whack was whacked out on his back
The police force arrived as well Banjoed acouple of them as well
Landed up in the Douglas jail Until the Dublin boatdid sail Deported every man
The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Chorus
I'll tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the bell of Belfast city
She is counting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she.

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old John Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Chorus

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Chorus (twice)

And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly:
I am me mother's darling.

With me too-ry-ay
Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh.

And will you come to me mother's house,
When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat )
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And divil 'o one would hear us.
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly ( repeat )
Shc opened the door and she let me in
And divil the one did hear us.
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable ( repeat )
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
To eat it if he's able."
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table ( repeat )
Saying: There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if you're able.
Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy ( repeat )
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying: Lassie, are you able?
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us ( repeat )
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying: Lassie, I must leave you.
And when will you return again
And when will we get married ( repeat )
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married.

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away,
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay.
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree,
Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

And then in the springtime oflaughterr and song
Can I ever forget the sweet hours?
With the friends of my youth as we rambled along
'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers.
Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

'Tis a beautiful land this dear isle of song
Its gems shed their light to the world
And her faithful sons bore thro' ages of wrong,
The standard St. Patrick unfurled.
Oh! would I were there with the friends I love best
And my fond bosom's partner with me
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,
We'd roam thy banks over, and when weary we'd rest
By thy waters, my own lovely Lee,

Oh what joys should be mine ere this life should decline
To seek shells on thy sea- girdled shore.
While the steel-feathered eagle, oft splashing the brine
Brings longing for freedom once more.
Oh all that on earth I wish for or crave
Is that my last crimson drop be for thee,
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee
To moisten the grass of my forefathers' grave
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood
Three hundred men and three men
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain
And Ireland long a province be
A Nation Once Again
(Chorus)

A nation once again
A nation once again
And Ireland long a province be
A Nation Once Again

It whispered too that freedom's ark
That service high and holy
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain and lowly
For freedom comes from God's right hand
And needs a Godly train
And righteous men must make out land
A Nation Once Again

[Chorus repeat]

So as I grew from boy to man
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding
For thus I hoped some day to aid
Oh, can such hope be vain
When my dear country should be made
A Nation Once Again

[Chorus repeat]