Goodbye to the port and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag, To the Smithwicks and the Harp and the bottle, draught and keg. As I sat lookin' up at the
There was a Lord who lived in this land He being a Lord of high degree He left his foot down a ship's board And swore strange countries he would go see
Translation: Moore, Christy. Delirium Tremens.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Nancy Spain.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Ride On.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Natives.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Black Is The Colour.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Aisling.
Translation: Moore, Christy. All I Remember.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Burning Times.
Translation: Moore, Christy. City Of Chicago.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Biko Drum.
Translation: Moore, Christy. The Knock Song.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Yellow Triangle.
Translation: Moore, Christy. North And South Of The River.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Irish Ways And Irish Laws.
Translation: Moore, Christy. Ordinary Man.
Translation: Moore, Christy. The Foxy Devil.