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Wicklow Boy

As I walked past Portlaoise Prison,
I'm innocent", a voice was heard to say
"My frame-up is almost completed.
My people all look the other way.
Seven years ago his torture started

A forced confession he was made to sign.
Young Irish men specially trained and chosen
Were on the heavy gang that made him run the line.
Others in the Bridewell heard him screaming
Even prison doctors could see
His injuries were not self-inflicted
Those who tipped the scales did not agree.

Chorus:

Give the Wicklow Boy his freedom
Give him back his liberty
Or are we going to leave him in chains
While those who framed him up hold the key?
Deprived of human rights by his own people
Sickened by injustice he jumped bail,
In the Appalachian Mountains found a welcome
Till his co-accused were both released from jail.
He came back expecting to get justice
Special Branch took him from the plane
For five years we've deprived him of his freedom
The guilty jeer the innocent again.

Chorus

The people versus Kelly was the title
Of the farce we staged at his appeal.
Puppets in well rehearsed collusion,
I often wonder how these men must feel.
As I walked past Portlaoise Prison
Through concrete and steel a whisper came
"My frame-up is almost completed.
I'm innocent, Nicky Kelly is my name.”

Chorus


Banks of Roses









On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
And I took out my violin to play my love a tune
In the middle of the tune, O she sighed and she said
O Johnny, lovely Johnny, Would you leave me
O when I was a young man, I heard my father say
That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any runaway
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
O then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
I can take a good glass or leave it alone
And the man that doesn't like me, he can keep
his daughter home
And young Johnny will go roving with another
And if ever I get married, twill be in the month of May
When the leaves they are green and the meadows
they are gay
And I and my true love can sit and sport and play
On the lovely sweet banks of the roses


The Holy Ground


A traditional song from Cork, well-known as part of The Dubliners' repertoire. The "Holy Ground" is a quarter of Cobh which was inhabited mainly by fisherman. The tune was popular on the docks of Cork and Cobh as well as on the ships.



Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah,
a thousand times adieu.
We are saying goodbye to the Holy Ground
and the girls we all love true
We will sail the salt seas over
and then return once more,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!

Chorus:
You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.

Fine girl you are!

Now when we're out a-sailing
and you are far behind
Fine letters will I write to you
with the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, my girl,
you're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!

Chorus

And now the storm is raging
and we are far from shore;
The good old ship she is tossing about
and the rigging is all torn
The secret of my mind my girl,
is the girls I do adore,
And still I live in hope to see
the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!

Chorus

And now the storm is over
and we are safe on shore
We'll drink a toast to the Holy Ground
and the girls that we adore.
We'll drink strong ale and porter
we'll make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent
we'll go to sea once more.
Fine girl you are!

Chorus