ERIN GO BRAGH 
(Paedar Kearney) 

I'll tell you a story of a row in the town, 
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down, 
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw, 
And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh. 

One of our comrades was down at Ring's end, 
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend, 
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw, 
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh. 

Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died 
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde, 
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah, 
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh. 

One brave English captain was ranting that day, 
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away," 
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw, 
And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh. 

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay, 
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay, 
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw 
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh. 

Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown, 
In the long generation her fame will go down, 
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, 
The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh. 


 

Enniskillen Dragoons (FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN) 

Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day 
From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away. 
They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main, 
To fight in bloody battle in the sunny land of Spain. 

Chorus: 
Fare thee well Enniskillen, fare thee well for a while 
And all around the borders of Erin's green isle; 
And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom 
And you'll all welcome home the Enniskillen Dragoons. 

Oh Spain it is a gallant land where wine and ale flow free 
There's lots of lovely women there to dandle on your knee 
And often in a tavern there we'd make the rafters ring 
When every soldier in the house would raise his glass and sing 

Chorus. 

Well we fought for Ireland's glory there and many a man did fall 
From musket and from bayonet and from thundering cannon ball 
And many a foeman we laid low, amid the battle throng 
And as we prepared for action you would often hear this song 

Chorus. 

Well now the fighting's over and for home we have set sail, 
Our flag above this lofty ship is fluttering in the gale: 
They've given us a pension boys of fourpence each a day 
And when we reach Enniskillen never more.we'll have to say. 

Chorus. 

Eileen Aroon

When, like the dawning day
Eileen Aroon
Love sends his early ray
Eileen Aroon.
What makes his dawning glow
Changeless through joy and woe
Only the constant know
Eileen Aroon.
Were she no longer true
Eileen Aroon
What would her lover do
Eileen Aroon.
Fly with a broken chain
Far o'er the bounding main
Never to love again
Eileen Aroon.

Youth must in time decay
Eileen Aroon
Beauty must fade away
Eileen Aroon.
Castles are sacked in war
Chieftains are scattered far
Truth is a fixed star
Eileen Aroon.

EDMUND OF THE HILL (Ned of the Hill) 

"Oh who is without 
That with passionate shout 
Keeps beating my bolted door?" 
"I am Ned of the Hill 
Forspent wet and chill 
From long trudging marsh and moor" 
"My love, fond and true 
What else could I do 
But shield you from wind and from weather? 
When the shots fall like hail 
They us both shall assail 
And mayhap we shall die together." 

"Through forest and through snow 
Tired and hunted I go 
In fear both from friend and from neighbor 
My horses run wild 
My acres untilled 
And they all of them lost to my labor 
But it grieves me far more 
Than the loss of my store 
That there's none who would shield me from danger 
So my fate it must be 
To fare eastward o'er sea 
And languish amid the stranger" 

"Ce-h-e sin amuh 
Go bhfuil faor ar a ghuth 
A' reaba mo dhoruis dunta?" 
"Mise Eamonn a' Chnuic 
Ta baidhte fuar fliuch 
O shior-shuil sleihbte is gleannta" 
"A lao ghil's a chuid 
Cad do dheannfainn-se dhuit 
Mara gcuirfinn ort beinn dom ghuna? 
'S go mbeidh pudar dubh 
Is go mbeimis araon muchta" 
"Is fada mise amuh 
Faoi shneachta is faoi shioc 
Is gan danacht agam ar einne 
Mo bhranar gan cur 
Mo sheisreach gar sgur 
Is gan iad agam ar aon chor 
Nil caraid agam 
(Is danaid liom san) 
Do ghlacfadh me moch na deanach 
Is go gcaithfe me dul 
Thar fairrge soir 
O's ann na fuil mo ghaolta" 

Echo's Of My Past
Lyrics by Joe Dunn music by Kenn Gordon
Intro

The checkpoints and the baracades, have all been taken down
As again I walk the streets of my native Derry Town
Along its lonely allyways , and bustling new highways
My thoughts of my troubled youth, in oh so many ways

The echos of explosions, from the violence of my past
Announcments of the deaths, on the six o'clock Newscast

The rise of civil rights, I had followed from the start
With hopes of new beginings, in a young mans foolish heart
Marches and demonstrations, they were our way to go
With banners and speaches, we thought that we could show

Chorus

The answer to our peaceful ways, was to put us all down
With the R.U.C. and Specials, and the forces of the Crown
My options were few, and the choice I made was clear
To the ranks of Derry's provo's, I became a volunteer

Chorus

Explosives and the Armalite, were now my tools of trade
In a Hellish confrontation, that the British forces made
Safe houses, on the run, became my way of life
No time for youthful pastimes, or to find myself a wife

Chorus

Forced to flee the confines, of the Cragin and Bogside
To be be there any longer, would be my suicide
I was captured on the border, revolver in my hand
Then taken by the Army, a token trial to stand

Chorus

Twenty years confinement, for my fight against the Crown
The sentence I most dreaded, not to see my Derry Town
A man who lost his youth, spent in a prison cell
Who can return once more, to his home in Brandy Well
Chorus X 2
Outro

EASY AND SLOW

T'was down by Christ Church that I first met Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father who came from Dungannon
Would take her back home
In the sweet by and by

Chorus
And what's it to any man whether or no
Whether it's easy or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow
And I tied up me sleeves for to buckle her shoe

All along Thomas Street down to the Liffey
The sunshine was gone and the vening grew dark
Along by King's Bridge and begod in a jiffy
Me arms were around her beyong in the park

From city or country, a girl's a jewel
And well known for gripping the most of them are
But any young fella is really a fool
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far

And if ever you go to the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyeballs are empty or blind
Be yeh lyin' or walkin' or sittin' or runnin'
A girl like Annie, you never will find