I've been a wild rover for many a year And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer And now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather and
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in and your
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As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and the produced my
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On the 4th of July, 1806 We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York 'Twas
As I walked down by the riverside One evening in the spring Heard a long gone song from days gone by Blown in on the great north wind Though there is
I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting
I just want to see you When you're all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it
One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Johnny sang
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' So we turned and shook
When I first came to London, I was only sixteen With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag I went down to the dilly to check out the scene But I
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts, They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water but whiskey by pints
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down A blade of light upon the
Across the dark and dusty plain Where scars of old dry rivers run Night unfolds, a coal black shroud Across the hard and stony ground Distant stars shining
Hello boys I've been away on a bit of a holiday To the land where the rivers freely flow And the cattle roam on the wild callagh Walking home three parts
You gotta weep, you gotta wail You gotta drag yourself on hands And knees bleedin' another mile along the trail You gotta laugh in the face of the devil