I'll tell my ma when I get home, The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair and stole my comb But that's all right till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the Belle of Belfast city She is a courtin' one, two, three, Please won't you tell me who is she Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fightin' for her Knock at the door and ring at the bell, Saying oh my true love, are you well Out she comes as white as snow, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Old Johnny Murray says she will die If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumblin' through 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 gets home Let them all come as they will For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Dear Boss, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly gray And I hope you understand why Paddy's not at work today While working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear And to throwin' them down from such a height was not a good idea But the foreman wasn't very pleased, and bein' an awful sod He said I'd have to carry them down the ladder in me hand Now shifting all those bricks by hand, it seemed so very slow So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see That a barrel filled with building bricks is heavier than me Well when I got down I cut the rope and the barrel fell like lead And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead I took off like a rocket but to my dismay I found That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down Well the barrel broke my shoulder as to the ground it sped And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with me head I held on tight, though numb with shock from this almighty blow And the barrel spilled out half its bricks fourteen floors below Now when those building bricks fell from the barrel to the floor Sure I then outweighed the barrel and I started down once more I held on tightly to the rope as I flew to the ground And I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered 'round Now as I lay there moaning on the bricks I thought I'd passed the worst But when the barrel reached the top, that's when the bottom burst A shower of bricks came down on me, and I didn't have a hope And as I was losing consciousness, I let go the bloody rope The barrel again being heavier, it started down once more And landed right across me as I lay there on the floor It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today

You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lying far awa' Come gie to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. cho: And strolling through the green fields on a summer day Watching all the country girls working at the hay, I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' When I saw him in the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Oh I never will forget the day his regiment marched past The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast, He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa' He waved at me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar They tramped and tramped, the weary men returning from the war And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa' For me and my braw laddie of the gallant Forty Twa.

As I roved out thro' Galway city at the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but a handsome damsel, combing her hair by candlelight "Lassie, I have come acourtin', your kind favours for to win And if you'll but smile upon me, next Sunday night I'll call again Raddy a the too dum too dum too dum Raddy a the too dum too dum day Raddy a the too dum too dum too dum Raddy a the too dum too dum day "So to me you came acourting, my kind favours for to win But 'twould give me the greatest pleasure if you never did call again What would I do when I go walking, walking out in the morning dew? What would I do when I go walking, walking out with a lad like you?" "Lassie, I have gold and silver, lassie, I have houses and lands Lassie, I have ships on the ocean, they'll be all at your command" "What do I care for your ships on the ocean, what do I care for your houses and lands? What do I care for your gold and silver? All I want is a handsome man" "Did you ever see the grass in the morning all bedecked with jewels rare? Did you ever see a handsome lassie, diamonds sparkling in her hair? Did you ever see a copper kettle mended with an ould tin can? Did you ever see a handsome lassie married off to an ugly man?"

In the merry month of June, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, A new pair of brogues, Rattlin' o'er the bogs, And frightenin' all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. Stopped in Mullingar that night, to rest me limbs so weary, Started by daylight, me spirits blithe and cheery, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', Now that's the Paddy's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. Asked if I was hired, Wages I required, Till I was nearly tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. Then I took a stroll, All among the quality, My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality; Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; Askin' after the rogue, But me Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin. From there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead, Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin. But the boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', Poor old Erin's isle They began abusin', "Hurrah my soul," says I, Shillelagh I let fly; Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin', With a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, A gentle Irishman mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue, full rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on with his work each day, he'd a bottle of craythur every morn Whack fol the dah now, dance to yer partner welt to the floor, yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ye? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Benny O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, Tim, avourneen, why did you die?", "Ah, shut yer mouth?" said Paddy McGee Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy then gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began The Benny ducked beneath a chair when a bucket of whiskey flew at him It missed, and flyin through the air, the liquor scattered over Tim Dear God, he revives, see how he rises! Finnegan rising from the bed sayin "whirl your whiskey around like blazes, glory Jesus d'ye think I'm dead?" Whack fol the dah now, dance to yer partner welt to the floor, yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ye? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

I'm a weaver, a Carleton Weaver I am a rash and a roving blade I've got money in my pocket and I follow the roving trade Chorus: Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. Whiskey, Whiskey Nancy-o. As I went in to Glasgow City, Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell, I went in and sat down beside her seven long years I looked her well. The more I kissed her the more I loved her. The more I kissed her the more she smiled. Soon I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy had me soon beguiled. Now I arose early one morning to wet my thirst it was my need I tried to rise but I was not able, Nancy had me by the knees. Well I'm going back to the Carleton weaving, I'll surely make those shuttles fly, For I made more at the Carleton weaving than ever I did at the roving trade So come all you weavers, you Carleton weavers Come all you weavers where ever you be. Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey, She'll ruin you like she ruined me.

Missus McGrath lived near the seashore for the space of seven long years or more When she spied a ship coming into the bay: "This is my son Teddy, d'ye clear the way" Wisha ring dong da, ringa dongada, Ring dong daddy, wisha ring dong da When Ted he landed without any legs and in their place there was two wooden pegs And when she kissed him a dozen or two, saying: "Blood, now, Ted, can this be you?" Wisha ring dong da, ringa dongada, Ring dong daddy, wisha ring dong da "Oh, Ted a graw, were you drunk or blind when you left your two fine legs behind? Or was it walking across the sea, you threw your two fine legs away?" Wisha ring dong da, ringa dongada, Ring dong daddy, wisha ring dong da "Oh, no, I was not drunk or blind when I left my two fine legs behind But a cannonball in the fourth of May swept me two fine legs away" Wisha ring dong da, ringa dongada, Ring dong daddy, wisha ring dong da "Oh, Ted a graw, why weren't you cute and run away from the Frenchman's shoot? isn't my son Ted is in it at all, because he'd run from a cannonball" Wisha ring dong da, ringa dongada, Ring dong daddy, wisha ring dong da "Now foreign wars I do proclaim between Don John and the king of Spain I'd rather have my Teddy as he used to be than the king of France and his whole navy" Wisha ring dong da, ringa dongada, Ring dong daddy, wisha ring dong da

'Twas down by Brannigan's Corner, one morning I did stray I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say "We've orders from the captain to assemble at Dunbar But how are we to get there, without a motor car?" "Oh, Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do The specials they are plentiful, the I.R.A. are few We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar And we'll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnson's Motor Car When doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes He said "this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose." He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star You could hear the din all through Glenfin of Johnson's Motor Car But when he got to the railway bridge, some rebels he saw there Old Johnson knew the game was up, for at him they did stare He said "I have a permit, to travel near and far" "To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car" "What will my loyal brethren think, when they hear the news My car it has been commandeered, by the rebels at Dunluce" "We'll give you a receipt for it, full signed by Captain Barr And when Ireland gets her freedom, boy, you'll get your motor car" Well we put that car in motion and filled it to the brim With guns and bayonets shining which made old Johnson grim And Barney hoisted a Sínn Fein flag, and it fluttered like a star And we gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson's Motor Car

In South Australia I was born (heave away, haul away) In South Australia round Cape Horn (We're bound for South Australia) Haul away you rolling kings To me heave away, haul away Haul away, you'll hear me sing We're bound for South Australia As I walked out one morning fair 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair I shook her up and I shook her down I shook her round and round the town There ain't but one thing grieves me mind To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind And as we wallop around Cape Horn You'll wish to God you'd never been born

A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squeeling In my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the royal canal Oh! to start the morning The warden bawling "get up out of bed, you! and clean out your cells!" And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the royal canal Oh! the screw was peeping And the loike lay sleeping And seagulls were weeping High above the wall And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle All along the banks of the royal canal In the female prison There are seventy women And I wish to God it was with them That I did dwell Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle All along the banks of the royal canal

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk day -I-ay-I-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl 'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl We were halfway there when the rain came down day -I-ay-I-ay And she asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day-I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl And I lost my heart to a Galway girl When I woke up I was all alone With a broken heart and a ticket home And I ask you now, tell me what would you do If her hair was black and her eyes were blue I've traveled around, I've been all over this world Boy,s I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl