Patriot game. 
(Dominic Behan)
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   Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,
   For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
   It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
   And it makes us all part of the patriot game.

   My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
   My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned
   I learned all my life cruel England's to blame,
   So now I am part of the patriot game.

   This Ireland of ours has too long been half free.
   Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.
   But still De Valera is greatly to blame
   For shirking his part in the Patriot game.

   They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
   His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
   His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
   They soon made me part of the patriot game.

   It's nearly two years since I wandered away
   With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
   For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same
   To play out my part in the patriot game.

   And now as I lie here, my body all holes
   I think of those traitors who bargained and sold
   And I wish that my rifle had given the same
   To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.

 
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	Pretty Little Girl From Omagh

Way up in the north in old Tyrone, 
There's a pretty little girl I call my own.
She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown.
And sure as the moon and stars above, 
I'm falling head over heels in love,
With a pretty little girl from Omagh, 
In the county of Tyrone.

There's cute little girls in old Strabane, 
They're just as pretty in Monaghan.
This to every roving eye is known.
But I guess that I'd be out of bounds, 
'Cos there between the northern towns,
There's a pretty little girl from Omagh, 
In the county of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and tells her friends,
She going to marry me.
Best of all she tells them all, 
She's going to marry me, oh lucky me.
Well I don't know what she's done to me. 
There's nothing else my eyes can see.
My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

T'was down in south in old Tramore, 
I recall the yellow dress she wore.
She strolled along the shore there all alone.
But I guess it was my lucky day, 
When she came there on holiday.
My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and tells her friends, 
She going to marry me.
Best of all she tells them all, 
She's going to marry me, oh lucky me.
Well I don't know what she's done to me, 
There's nothing else my eyes can see.
My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.

My pretty little girl from Omagh, In the county of Tyrone.


 
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PADDY McGINTY'S GOAT

Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note
Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat
Said he, "Sure, of goat's milk I mean to have my fill!"
But when he got his Nanny home, he found it was a Bill

And now all the ladies who live in Killaloo
Are all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat
And leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat!

Missis Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane,
Now who was the man you were cuddling in the lane?
He'd long wiry whiskers all hanging from his chin"
"Twas only Pat McGinty's goat, " she answer'd with a grin

Then she went away from the village in disgrace
She came back with powder and paint upon her face
She'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat
You bet your life they never came from Paddy McGinty's goat

Little Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie
She washed all her trousseau and hung it out to dry
Then up came the goat and he saw the bits of white:
He chewed up all her falderals, and on her wedding night:

"Oh turn out the gas quick!" she shouted out to Pat
For though l'm your bride, sure l'm not worth looking at
I'd got two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote
But now I've one of nothing, all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat'

Mickey Riley he went to the races t'other day
He won twenty dollars and shouted, "Hip Hooray!!"
He held up the note, shouting "Look what I've got!"
The goat came up and grabbed at it and swallowed all the lot

"He's eaten my banknote," said Mickey, with the hump
They ran for the doctor, he brought a stomach pump
He pumped and he pumped for that twenty dollar note
But all he got was ninepence out of Paddy McGinty's goat


 
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PADDY'S GREEN SHAMROCK SHORE (1)
(Words & music trad.)

From Derry quay we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew
Bound for Americay
Fresh water there we did take on
Five thousand gallons or more
In case we'd run short going to New York
Far away from the Shamrock shore

So fare thee well, sweet Lisa dear
And likewise to Derry town
And twice farewell to my comrades bold
Who still dwell on that sainted ground
If ever fortune will favour me
And I do have money in store
I will come back and wed the sweet lassie I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore

We sailed three days, we were all seasick
And no-one on board was free
We were all confined unto our bunks
With no one to pity poor me
No fond mother dear, no father kind
To comfort my head went to sore
This made me think more on the wee girl I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore

We savely reached the other side
In fifteen and twenty days
We were taken as passengers by a man
And led round in six different ways
So each of us drunk a parting glas
In case that we never meet more
And we bade farewell to old Ireland
And Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore

So fare thee well, sweet Lisa dear
And likewise to Derry town
And twice farewell to my comrades bold
Who still dwell on that sainted ground
If fame or fortune will favour me
And I do have money in store
I'll go back and I'll wed the wee lassy I left
On Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore

 
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PADDY'S GREEN SHAMROCK SHORE (2)

Oh fare-thee-well, Ireland, my own dear native land
It breaks my heart to see friends part, for it's then that the teardrops fall;
I'm on my way to Amerikay, will I e'er see my home once more?
For now I leave my own true love on Paddy's green shamrock shore

Our ship she lies at anchor, she's standing by the quay
May fortune bright shine down each night, as we sail over the sea
Many ships were lost, many lives it cost on the journey that lies before
With a tear in my eye I'm bidding good-bye to Paddy's Green shamrock shore

So fare thee well my own true love, I'll think of you night and day
And a place in my mind you surely will find, although I am so far away
Though I'll be alone far away from my home, I'll think of the good times once more
Until the day I can make my way back to Paddy's green shamrock shore

And now the ship is on the waves may heaven protect us all
With the wind in the sail we surely can't fail on this voyage to Baltimore
But my parents and friends did wait till the end, till I could see them no more
I then took a chance for to glance at Paddy's green shamrock shore

 
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PADDY'S GREEN SHAMROCK SHORE (3)

Oh fare thee well to Ireland, my own dear native land
It breaks my heart to see friends part, for it's then that the tear drops fall
I'm on my way to Amerikay, will I ever see home once more
For now I leave my own true love, and Paddy's green shamrock shore

From Londonderry we did sail, it being the fourth of May
Pleasant weather I'm sure we had, going to Amerikay
Fresh water then we did take in, one hundred tons or more
For fear we'd be short on the other side, far from the shamrock shore

Two of our anchors we did weigh, before we left the quay
Down the river we were towed, till we came to Botany Bay
We saw that night the grandest night, we ever saw before
The sun going down 'tween sea and sky, far from the shamrock shore

Early next morning we were sea-sick all, not one of us was free
I myself was confined to bed, with no one to pity me
No father or no mother, to raise my head when sore
That made me think of the friends I left, on the lonely shamrock shore

We landed safely in New York, after four and twenty days
Each comrade by the hand we took, and we marched through different ways
Each one drank a flowing glass, as we might meet no more
With flowing bumpers we drank a health, to the lonely shamrock shore


 
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PADDY'S LAMENTATION

Well it's by the hush me boys and sure that's to hold your noise
Listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
Well I was by hunger pressed and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought, I'd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow, me little pig and sow
Me little plot of land I sold to part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Chorus:
Here's you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have you not be comming
There is nothing here but war
Where the murdering cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well, meself and a hundred more to Americay sailed o'er
Our fortune to be made, oh we were thinking
When we got to Yankee-land, they shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

Chorus

General Meaghar to us he said "If you get shot or lose your head
Each murdering son of yours will get a pension"
Well, myself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg
And by God this is the truth to you I mention

Chorus

When I think myself in luck, I get fed on Indian buck
And Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil I did say, it's curse Americay
For I think I've had enough of your hard fighting

Chorus

 
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PADRAIG PEARSE
Brian Warfield (Wolfe Tones)

In Dublin town in nineteen sixteen a flame of freedom did arise
A group of men with determination caught an empire by surprise
Through the streets our men were marching
They rallied with their hopes and fears
And the End the boys came searching for their leader Padraig Pearse

Chorus:

The poet and the Irish rebel a Gaelic scholar and a visionary
We gave to him no fitting tribute
When Ireland's at peace only that can be
When Ireland a nation, united and free

On Easter morn he faced the nation from the steps of the G.P.O
And read aloud the proclamation, the seed of nationhood to sow
But soon the word had spread to London of an insurrection there at hand
And the deeds of Padraic Pearse was set about to free his land

For five long days the battle rages, for five long nights the battle wore
We will watch as Dublin City blazes and see our men fall through the floor
No Ireland's proud of her effort for her cause we fought with pride
But to save more life and to save our city, we make our peace with McFainis cried

Kilmainham Jail in 1916, they brought young Pearse
to his death cell and they tried him as a traitor
to shoot this man who dared to rebel
He only tried to free his country of the shackles of 800 years
When dawn did break on that May morning
they shot our Leader Padraic Pearse

 
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PARTING GLASS, THE

O, all the money e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I've done
alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
to mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

O, all the comrades e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts e'er I had
They'd wished me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all

If I had money enough to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own, she has my heart in thrall
Then fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

 
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PATRICK STREET

You sailor lads, come lend an ear, and listen to me song
it's of a trick 'twas played on me, and won't detain you long:
I came home from see the other day and a girl I chanced to meet
and she's asked me up along with her to dance in Patrick Street

Well says I "me pretty fair maid, I cannot dance too well
besides I'm bound for Newry town where my parents they do dwell
I've been at sea these last few years and I've saved up fifty pounds
and me parents are expecting me, tonight in Newry town"

"Well since you cannot dance too well then you shall have a treat:
You can have a glass of brandy, and something nice to eat
At nine o'clock this evening I'll lead you to your train
but don't forget to call on me when you come back again"

Well she seemed to be so friendly, I went and hired a car
We both went down to Patrick Street and on arrival there
some people on the other side, I thought I heard them say
"He'll sure be in need of a jaunting car, before he gets away"

We had not been long in the room when whiskey it came in
and when everyone had had their fill, the dancing did begin
Me and me love we danced around all to a merry tune
while the other couples did the double-shuffle 'round the room

And when dancin' it was over, for bed we did prepare -
and after that, I fell asleep - the Truth I do declare
me darling and me fifty pounds - me gold'n'all had fled!
And there was I meself alone stark naked lying in bed!

In gazing all around me nothing could I spy
but a woman's skirt and jumper at the foot of the bed did lie
I wrung me hands and tore me hair cryin' "Oh what will I do?
Oh fare the well sweet Newry town, I'm sure I'll ne'er see you!"

When night-time it had come again and daylight was away
I put on the skirt and jumper and I set off for the quay
and when I got on board the ship the sailors all did say
"Oh Jack has grown much prettier since last she went away!

And is this the new spring fashion that you went to buy on shore?
And where's the shop that sells them, d'you think they may have more?"
The captain says "Now Jack, I thought you were for Newry town;
you might have bought a better suit than that for fifty pounds!"

Well I might have bought a better suit if I had had the chance
I met a girl in High Street and she's asked me to a dance
I danced me own destruction and I've done it so complete
that I swear I'll never go back again to dance in Patrick Street"

Come all of you young sailor lads, a warning take by me
And always keep good company when you go on a spree
Be sure'n stay clear of Patrick Street or else you'll rue the day
In a woman's skirt and jumper they will ship you back to sea!

 
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Peace on Earth - U2

Heaven on Earth
We need it now
I'm sick of all of this
Hanging around

Sick of sorrow
I'm sick of the pain
I'm sick of hearing
Again and again
That there's gonna be
Peace on Earth

Where I grew up
There weren't many trees
Where there was we'd tear them down
And use them on our enemies

They say that what you mock
Will surely overtake you
And you become a monster
So the monster will not break you

And it's already gone too far
You said that if you go in hard
You won't get hurt

Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line
Peace on Earth

Tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on Earth

No who's or why's
No one cries like a mother cries
For peace on Earth

She never got to say goodbye
To see the color in his eyes
Now he's in the dirt
Peace on Earth

They're reading names out
Over the radio
All the folks the rest of us
Won't get to know

Sean and Julia
Gareth, Anne, and Breeda
Their lives are bigger than
Any big idea

Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line
Peace on Earth

To tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on Earth

Jesus in the song you wrote
The words are sticking in my throat
Peace on Earth

Hear it every Christmas time
But hope and history won't rhyme
So what's it worth

This peace on Earth

Peace on Earth

Peace on Earth

Peace on Earth
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PEGGY GORDON

Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee

I'm so in love that I can't deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it's not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest

I put my head to a glass of brandy
It was fancy I do declare
For when I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin'
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
Where the little birds sing upon the branches
And every moment a different sound

I wish I was away in Ingo
Far away across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where love nor care never trouble me

 
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PEGGY LETTERMORE (Gaelic)

Chorus:
'S o gairm gaoirm i, is gairim i mo stor
Mile ghra le m' ainm i 'si Peigin Leitir Moir

Ta Brid agam, ta Cait agam, 'si Peig an bhean is fearr
Cibe fear a gheobhfas i, nach air a bheas an t-adh

Chuir me sceala siar aici go ceannoinn di bad mor
'Se an sceal a chuir si aniar agam go ndeanfadh leathbhad seoil

Is ta iascairi na Gaillimhe ag teacht aniar le coir
Le solas gealai gile no go bhfeicfidis an tseoid

Eirigh suas a Pheigin agus seas ar bharr an aird
Comhairigh do chuid bullain agus feach an bhfuil siad ann

 
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PEGGY LETTERMORE (English)

Chorus:
O welcome and acclaimed is she, my love!
Dear to my soul, a thousand told, is Peggy Lettermore

Rise up, dear Peggy and stand up on the height
count all your cattle, and make sure they're all there

I have Brid and I have Kate but Peggy is the best of all
whichever man wins her hand, a lucky man he will be

I sent a message west to her, that I would buy a large boat
She sent a message back to me  that a medium sized sailing boat would do

The Galway fishermen are sailing from the eastwith a fair wind
with the light of a bright moon in order to see the "jewel."


 
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PEOPLES OWN M.P. ,The

How many more must die now, how many must we lose
Until the Island people, their own destiny can choose
From immortal Robert Emmet, to Bobby Sands MP
Who was given 30,000 votes while in captivity

No more he'll hear the larks sweet notes, upon the Ulster air
Or gaze upon the snowflakes pure, for to calm his deep despair
Oh before he went on hunger strike, young Bobby did compose
The Rhythm of Time, the Weeping Wind, and the Sleeping Rose

Chorus:
He was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously
And we gave him 30,000 votes while in captivity

Thomas Ashe, he gave everything, in 1917
The lord mayor of Cork McSweeney died, his freedom to obtain
Never one of all our dead died more courageously
Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, the peoples own MP

Chorus

Forever we'll remember him, the man who died in pain
That his country North & South might be united once again
To mourn him is to organise, and build a movement strong
With ballot box and armalite, with music and with song

Chorus


 
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PICK UP YOUR RIFLE

In 1916, in the year of our Lord
Fighting came to Ireland like it never had before
For freedom comes to those who fight for its day
So I picked up my rifle and joined the IRA

A free and united Ireland was our only desire
And the best of the British Army couldn't put out that fire
But a deal with the devil was soon put forth
Freedom for the South and nothing for the North

Well this didn't seem really right with me
For Ireland is one from sea to sea
And the IRA said our job's not done
So off to the North I went with my gun

We fought in the fields, we fought in the streets
And the English knew we couldn't be beat
We fought with rifles, we fought with rocks
And sent many a soldier home in a box

The fight has been long and many have fell
And we weep for the rebels who starved alone in a cell
For the price of our freedom is paid with blood
of those IRA men who have died in the mud

Is life so sweet or is peace so dear?
That the weight of chains are easy to bear
For freedom comes to those who fight for its day
So pick up your rifle and join the IRA


 
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POOR PADDY ON THE RAILWAY

In eighteen hundred and forty one
My corduroy breeches I put on
My corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway
The railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty two
From Hartlepool I moved to Grove
And found myself a job to do
Working on the railway
I was wearing
Corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Pulling switches
Dodging hitchers
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty three
I broke me shuffle across me knee
I went to work for the company
And leave me seldom railway
I was wearing
Corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Pulling switches
Dodging hitchers
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the railway
The railway
Im weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty five
When Daniel OConnell he was alive
And Daniel OConnell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing
Corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Pulling switches
Dodging hitchers
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty six
I changed me trade from carrying bricks
Changed me trade from carrying bricks
To working on the railway
I was wearing
Corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Pulling switches
Dodging hitchers
I was working on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway
The railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway

I was wearing
Corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Pulling switches
Dodging hitchers
I was working on the railway

 
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PREAB SAN OL

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
A massing treasure why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at ev'ry penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where 're they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round

King Solomon's glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lilies guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies
Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found
So, lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round

The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy
Their strifes unheeding, shouts "Money down!"
His special vices, his fancy prices
For a florin value he'll charge a crown
With hump for tramel, the scripture's camel
Missed the needle's eye and so came to ground
Why pine for riches, while still you've stitches
To hold your britches up? Another round!

 
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