It's A Great Day For The Irish       

   It's a Great Day for the Irish,
   It's a great day for the fair!
   The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney,
   For sure you'd think of New York was ol' Killarney!

   It's a great day for the shamrock,
   For the flags in full array.
   We're feeling so inspirish,
   Sure because for all the Irish,
   It's a Great, Great, DAY!


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   Irish Soldier Boy.

   At a cottage door one wintry night
   As the snow lay on the ground
   Stood a youthful Irish soldier boy
   for the mountains he was bound.
   His mother stood beside him and said
   "You'll win my boy, don't fear."
   And with loving arms around his waste
   She tied his bandoleer.

   "Goodbye, God bless you mother dear,
   I hope your heart won't pain.
   But pray to God your soldier boy,
   Your son you'll see again.
   And when I'm out on the firing line
   It will be a source of joy
   To know that you're the mother proud
   Of an Irish soldier boy".

   When the fighting it was over
   And the flag of truce was raised
   The leaders ordered the firing to cease
   All Ireland stood amazed.
   Some men came up to the cottage door
   With a note from her pride and joy
   Containing news in sad detail
   Of her Irish soldier boy.

   "Goodbye, God bless you mother dear
   I'm dying a death so grand.
   >From wounds received in fighting
   Trying to free my native land.
   And when we meet in heaven above
   In the land beyond the sky
   You'll always be in the company
   Of your Irish soldier boy."


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   I.R.E.L.A.N.D. 

   Come all ye lads and lassies and sit you down with me,
   And I will tell the truth about a land that`s dear to me,
   You`ve read it in the papers and you`ve seen it on TV,
   But I will spell it out for you, what Ireland means to me.

   (Chorus)
   I is for internment of the innocent and free
   R is for resistance to the laws of tryany
   E is for the English who have torn our land apart
   L is for the love of freedom in every Irish heart
   A is for the answer we`re all searching for
   N is for one nation and an end to this long war
   D is for the dream of millions longing to be free.
   That`s how I spell Ireland, that`s what Ireland means to me.

   This land was once respected for it`s saints and scholars too
   But now the bomb and bullet that`s all that makes the news
   I know that it`s confusing and it`s hard to understand,
   But I will spell it out for you by spelling Ireland

   (Repeat chorus)

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   Ireland's Call

Come the day
And come the hour
Come the power and the glory
We have come to answer
Our country's call...
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

(chorus)

Ireland, Ireland
Together standing tall
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll answer Ireland's call.

From the mighty
Glens of Antrim
From the rugged hills of Galway
From the walls of Limerick
And Dublin Bay
From the four proud provinces of Ireland

(chorus)

Hearts of steel
And heads unbowing
Vowing never to be broken
We will fight, until
We can fight no more...
For the four proud provinces of Ireland.

(chorus) 

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    Isle Of Inisfree

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And precious things are dreams unto an exile
They take o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely isle of inisfree
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm again back home in Inisfree

(BREAK)

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know
I hear birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home I tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf-fire gathered
On bended knee the rosary is told
But dreams don't last though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality
For though they pave the footpath here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Iinnisfree

 

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An Irishman's Epistle To The Officers And Troops At Boston
Unknown

By my faith but I think ye're all makers of bulls, 
With your brains in your breeches, your bums in your skulls 
Get home with your muskets and put up your swords, 
And look in your books for the meaning of words. 
You see, now, my honeys, how much you're mistaken, 
For Concord by discord can never be taken. 

How brave ye went out with your muskets all bright, 
And thought to be-frighten the folks with the sight; 
But when you got there how they powdered your pums, 
And all the way home how they peppered your bums. 
And is it not, honeys, a comical crack, 
To be proud in the face, and be shot in the back? 

How come ye to think, now, they did not know how, 
To be after their firelocks as smartly as you? 
Why, you see, now, my honeys, 'tis nothing at all, 
But to pull at the trigger, and pop goes the ball, 

And what have you got now with all vour designinng, 
But a town without victuals to sit down and dine in, 
And to look on the ground like a parcel of noodles, 
And sing how the Yankees have beaten the Doodles. 
I'm sure if you're wise you'll make peace for a dinner, 
For fighting and fasting will soon make ye thinner.


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IRISH WASHERWOMAN/ CORPORAL CASEY 
(G. Colman.) 
midi midi midi

When I was at home I was merry and frisky, 
My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky, 
My uncle was rich, but never would by aisey 
Till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey. 
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey, 
My dear little Shelah, I thought would run crazy, 
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey. 

I marched from Kilkenny, and, as I was thinking 
On Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking, 
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy, 
For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey. 
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey! 
The devil go with him, I ne'er could be lazy, 
He struck my shirts so, ould Corporal Casey. 

We went into battle, I took the blows fairly 
That fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely, 
And who should the first be that dropped, why, and please ye, 
It was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey. 
Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey! 
Thinks I you are quiet, and I shall be aisey, 
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey. 


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Irish Rover, The
midi

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall of New York
'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the trade winds drove her
She could stand several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of oul' nanny goats tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

Break

There was old Micky Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootling with a skill for each quadrill
Though the dancers were fluttered and fet
With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
And he rolled them under and over
When he took up with his stance they knew at a glance
That he sailed on the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from CO. Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from West Meath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

Break

We had sailed several days when the measles broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog
Then the whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captains old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock
And we were turned right over
Turned nine times around, sure the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

Break
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Ireland
Garth Brooks

They say mother earth is breathing
with each wave that finds the shore
Earths still rises in the evening 
For to open twilights door

Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching ore' us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle

We all fought agains a 100
Someone else's bloody war
We no not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for

They will storm us in the morning 
When the sunlight turns the sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
They have sentenced us to die

Ireland Ireland I am coming home 
I can see the rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out wont you take me home 
I am coming home Ireland 

Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me 
These men are now yours for your legion
Show them to your destiny

As I look around me
I see the raged and the torn 
I tell them to make ready 
Cos we're not waiting for the morn

Ireland Ireleand I am coming home 
I can see the rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone 
I am reaching out wont you take me home
I am coming home Ireland 

Mow the fog is deep and heavy 
As we forged the dark and near
We can hear the horses breathing 
As in silence we draw near 

And there are no words to be spoken
Just the look to say good bye 
I draw a breath and night is broke n
As I scream our battle cry 

Ireland Ireland I am coming home etc
I can see the rolling fields of green 
And fences made of stone 
I am reaching out wont you take me home 
I am coming home Ireland 
Yes I am home Ireland 

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I'M A ROVER AND SELDOM SOBER 

chorus: I'm a a rover and seldom sober 
I'm a rover, o' high degree; 
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking 
How to gain my love's company. 

Though the nicht be dark as dungeon 
No' a star to be seen above, 
I will be guided without a stumble 
Into the airms o' my ain true love. 

He steppit up to her bedroom window, 
Kneelin' gently upon a stone; 
He rappit at her bedroom-window 
"Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?" 

She raised her heid on her snaw-white pillow 
Wi' her arms aboot her breast, 
"Wha' is that at my bedroom window 
Disturbin' me at my lang night's rest?" 

"It's only me, your ain true lover, 
Open the door and let me in. 
For I hae come on a lang journey, 
And I'm near drenched to the skin." 

She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure, 
She opened the door and let him in, 
They baith shook hands and embraced each other 
Until the mornin' they lay as one. 

The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin' 
The burns they ran free abune the brae; 
"Remember, lass, I'm a ploughman laddie 
And the fairmer I must obey." 

"Noo, my lass, I must gang and leave thee 
And though the hills they are high above, 
I will climb thrm wi' greater pleasure 
Since I been in the airms o' my love. 


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If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

I was dreamin' of old Ireland and Killarneys lakes and dells
I was dreamin' of the shamrock, and the dear old Shandon Bells
When my reverie suggested in a vision bright and clear
All the strange things that would happen
If we had old Ireland here

If the Blarney stone stood out on Sidney Harbour
And Dublin Town in Melbourne came to stay
If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters
And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandons Bells rang out in old Fremantle
And County Cork in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam, all the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here

(Break)

There were lots of lovely fairies dancing on the village green
There were lots of lovely coleens, the finest ever seen
And the boys were all called Paddy
And the girls called Molly Dear
Sure we'd wrap the green flag round them
If we had old Ireland here

If the Blarney Stone stood out on Sidney Harbour
And Dublin Town in Melbourne came to stay
If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters
And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandons Bells rang out in Old Fremantle
And County Cork in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would never roam, all the boys would stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here
If we only had old Ireland over here

                                        

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I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen
midi

I'll take you home again Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride
The roses all have left your cheeks
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when'er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes
Oh I will take you back Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I will take you to your home Kathleen

(BREAK)

I know you love me Kathleen dear
Your heart was ever fond and true
I always feel when you are near
That life holds nothing dear but you
The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
But many many times I've seen
A darkening shadow on your brow
Oh i will take you back Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I will take you to your home Kathleen


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I KNOW WHERE I'M GOIN' 

I know where I'm goin' and I know who's goin' with me 
I know who I love and my dear knows who I'll marry. 

I have stockings of silk and shoes of bright green leather 
Combs to buckle my hair and a ring for every finger 

O' feather beds are soft and painted rooms are bonnie 
But I would give them all for my handsome winsome Johnny 

Some say that he's poor [black], but I say that he's bonnie 
Fairest of them all is my handsome winsome Johnny. 

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IF I WAS A BLACKBIRD

I am a young maiden, my story is sad
For once I was courted by a brave sailin' lad
He courted me strongly, by night and by day
Oh, but now he has left me, and sailed far away

Chorus:
And if I was a blackbird I'd whistle and sing
And I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
And on the top riggin' I would there build my nest
And I'd flutter my wings o'er his lily white breast

Chorus

Well, he promised to take me to Donnybrook Fair
And to buy me red ribbons for to tie up my hair
And when he'd come home from the ocean so wide
He would take me, and make me, his own bonny bride

Chorus

Now his parents they slight me, and will not agree
That me and my sailor boy married will be
But when he comes home, I will greet him with joy
And I'll take to my heart my dear sailor boy

Chorus

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IF YOU'RE IRISH...

In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say
Lived a chap named Patrick John Molloy
Once he sailed to the U.S.A.
His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try
Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man
He put a bit away for a rainy day
So if you gaze upon
The house of Patrick John
You'll find a notice that goes on to say:

Chorus:
If you're Irish come into the parlour
There's a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There's a welcome on the mat
If You come from the Mountains of Mourne
Or Killarney's lakes so blue
We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss
Whoever you are you are one of us
If you're Irish, this is the place for you

Patrick loved the girl he wed
But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw
Once with joy he turned quite red
When she got into trouble thro' her jaw
Six police they had to take her to the Court
She was informed a month she would have to do
So Patrick quickly wrote
Up to the Judge a note
Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"


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I'LL TELL ME MA
midi midi

I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
Well that's all right till I go home

  She is handsome, she is pretty
  She is the belle of Belfast City
  She is counting..one, two, three!
  Please won't you tell me, who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Sayin', "Oh my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumblin' from 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 comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still


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IRISH EMIGRANT, THE

I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, where we once sat side by side
On a bright May morning long ago, when first you were my bride
The corn was springing fresh and green, and the lark sang loud and high
And the red was on your lips, Mary, and the love light in your eyes

Tis but a step down yonder lane, the village Church stands near
The place where we were wed, Mary, I can see the spire from here
But the graveyard lies between, Mary, and my step might break your rest
Where I laid you darling down to sleep with a baby on your breast

I'm very lonely now, Mary, for the poor make no new friends
But oh they love the better still the few our Father sends
For you were all I had, Mary, my blessing and my pride
And I've nothing left to care for now since my poor Mary died

Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, that still kept hoping on
When the trust in God had left my soul and my arms young strength had gone
There was comfort ever on your lip and a kind look on your brow
And I thank you Mary for the same though you cannot hear me now

I'm bidding you a long farewell, my Mary kind and true
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to
They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there
But I'll ne'er forget old Ireland, were it fifty times as fair

And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes
And my heart will wander back again to the place where Mary lies
And I think I'll see that little stile where we sat side by side
In the springing corn and the bright May morn' when first you were my bride

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IRISH FREE STATE, THE

I went to see David, to London to David
I went to see David, and what did he do?
He gave me a Free State, a nice little Free State
A Free State that's bound up with Red, White and Blue
I brought it to Dublin to show to Dail Eirann
I brought it to Dublin, and what did they do?
They asked me what kind of a thing was a Free State
A Free State that's tied up  with Red, White and Blue

"Three quarters of Ireland a nation," I told them
"Tied on to the Empire with Red, White and Blue;
And an oath they must swear to King George and Queen Mary
An oath they must swear to the son-in-law new
I'm teaching them Irishand painting their boxes
All over with green, sure, what more can I do?
Yet they tell me they want just an Irish Republic
Without any trimmings of Red, White and Blue!


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IRISH MAIL ROBBER, THE

It's adieu to old Ireland, the place where I was born
Near the county of Limerick, near the state of Glengall;
Far away to some island, bound down like a slave
It was in my own country I did misbehave

It was my old father who did caution me
To leave off night walking, shun bad company;
Saying, "Son, you are young and they'll lead you astray
You will think of these words when I'm cold in the clay"

But to all his good advices I never gave care
And still I went on with my wicked career;
'Twas drinking and gambling by night and by day
To maintain those rude "wimming" and dress them up gay

I had not been long in this wicked career
Before I was taken by the laws of the land;
Was tried and found guilty of a mail robbery
And for ages transported across the salt sea

'Tis now I'm safe landed on my own native shore
and looking around me I can see my cell door;
And looking around me I can see my cell door
Which causes me to think of my mother once more

Oft times I have wondered why "wimming" love men
More times I have wondered why men should love them;
They lead you to ruin and cause your downfall
They'll cause you to sleep behind cold prison walls


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IRISH SOLDIER LADDIE
midi

'Twas a morning in July, I was walking to Tipperary
When I heard a battle cry from the mountains over head
As I looked up in the sky I saw an Irish soldier laddie
He looked at me right fearlessly and said:

Chorus:
Will ye stand in the band like a true Irish man
And go and fight the forces of the crown?
Will ye march with O'Neill to an Irish battle field?
For tonight we go to free old Wexford town!

Said I to that soldier boy,
"Won't you take me to your captain
T'would be my pride and joy for to march with you today
My young brother fell in Cork and my son at Innes Carthay!"
Unto the noble captain I did say:

Chorus

As we marched back from the field in the shadow of the evening
With our banners flying low to the memory of our dead
We returned unto our homes but without my soldier laddie
Yet I never will forget those words he said:


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IRISH WAYS AND IRISH LAWS

Once upon a time there was
Irish ways and Irish laws
Villages of Irish blood
Waking in the morning
Waking in the morning

Then the Vikings came around
Turned us up and turned us down
Started building boats and towns
They tried to change our living
They tried to change our living

Cromwell and his soldiers came
Started centuries of shame
But they could not make us turn
We are a river flowing
We're a river flowing

Again, again the soldiers came
Burnt our houses, stole our grain
Shot the farmers in their fields
Working for a living
Working for a living

Eight hundred years we have been down
The secret of the water sound
Has kept the spirit of the man
Above the pain descending
Above the pain descending

Today the struggle carries on
I wonder will I live so long
To see the gates being opened up
To a people and their freedom
A people and their freedom

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IT WAS PRETTY TO BE IN BALLINDERRY
midi

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry
'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee
Still prettier to be on bonny Ram's Island
Sitting forever beneath a tree

For often I sailed to bonny Ram's Island
Arm in arm with Phelim, my diamond
And he would whistle and I would sing
And we would make the whole island ring

"I'm going," he said, "from bonny Ram's Island
Out and across the deep blue sea
And if in your heart you love me, Mary
Open your arms at last to me"

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry
But now it's as sad as sad can be
For the ship that sailed with Phelim, my diamond
Is sunk forever beneath the sea

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry
'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee
Still prettier to be on bonny Ram's Island
Sitting forever beneath a tree

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