WOLFE TONE 
(Alice Milligan) 
Air: The Croppy Boy 

The first storm of winter blew high, blew high, 
Red leaves were scattering to a gloomy sky; 
Rain clouds were lowering o'er the plains of Kildare, 
When from Dublin, southward, the mourners came there. 

"In the spring," they whispered, "Lord Edward bled, 
And the blood of hosts was in summer shed; 
Death in the autumn o'er Connacht passed, 
But the loss that is sorest came last, came last. 

"Though Fitzgerald died, sure we fought them still, 
And we shouted Vengeance' on Vinegar Hill, 
Knowing our flag would again be flown 
If France gave ear to the prayers of Tone. 

"Twice," we thought, "his appealing lips 
Brought forth her armies and battleships, 
And the storms of God shall not always stay 
England's doom, as in Bantry Bay. 

"And oh," we said to the hopeless ones, 
Who made count of Ireland's martyred sons, 
"The bravest lives; be your mourning dumb, 
Ere the snow of winter Wolfe Tone shall come." 

He came was beaten we bear him here 
From a prison cell on his funeral bier, 
And freedom's hope shall be buried low 
With his mouldering corpse neath the winter snow. 

"Hush," one said, o'er the new-set sod, 
"Hope shall endure with our faith in God, 
And God shall only forsake us when 
This grave is forgotten by Irishmen." 


 
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WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS 
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer 
COMPOSER: James I. Russell 

There's a pretty spot in Ireland 
I always claim for my land 
Where the fairies and the blarney will never, never die 
It's the land of the shillalah 
My heart goes back there daily 
To the girl I left behind me when we kissed and said goodbye 
CHORUS: Where dear old Shannon's flowing 
Where the three-leaved shamrock's grows 
Where my heart is I am going to my little Irish rose 
And the moment that I meet her 
With a hug and kiss I'll greet her 
For there's not a colleen sweeter where the River Shannon flows. 

Sure no letter I'll be mailing 
For soon will I be sailing 
And I'll bless the ship that takes me to my dear old Erin's shore 
There I'll settle down forever 
I'll leave the old sod never 
And I'll whisper to my sweetheart "Come and take my name Asthore." 



 
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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
midi midi

There's a tear in your eye and I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all
With such power in your smile sure a stone you'd beguile
So never a teardrop should fall
When your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy song
And your eyes sparkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while and all other times smiles
So now smile a smile for me

When irish eyes are smiling sure it's like a morn in spring
With a lilt of irish laughter you can hear the angels sing
When irish hearts are happy all the world is bright and gay
And when irish eyes are smiling sure they'd steal your heart away 


 
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THE WEST'S ASLEEP. 
(Thomas Davis) 

When all beside a vigil keep, 
The West's asleep, the West's asleep- 
Alas! and well may Erin weep, 
When Connaught lies in slumber deep. 
There lake and plain smile fair and free, 
'Mid rocks-their guardian chivalry- 
Sing oh! let man learn liberty 
From crashing wind and lashing sea. 

That chainless wave and lovely, land 
Freedom and Nationhood demand- 
Be sure, the great God never plann'd, 
For slumbering slaves, a home so grand. 
And, long, a brave and haughty race 
Honoured and sentinelled the place- 
Sing oh! not even their sons' disgrace 
Can quite destroy their glory's trace. 

For often, in O'Connor's van, 
To triumph dash'd each Connaught clan- 
And fleet as deer the Normans ran 
Through Coirrsliabh Pass and Ard Rathain.* 
And later times saw deeds as brave; 
And glory guards Clanricarde's grave- 
Sing oh! they died their land to save, 
At Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's wave. 

* Vulgarly written Corlews and Ardrahan. [note in Spirit of the Nation] 

And if, when all a vigil keep, 
The West's; asleep, the West's asleep- 
Alas! and well may Erin weep, 
That Connaught lies in slumber deep. 
But-hark! -some voice like thunder spake: 
" The West's awake, the West's awake'- 
Sing oh! hurra! let England quake, 
We'll watch till death for Erins sake!" 


 
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WEE FALORIE MAN, THE 

I am the wee falorie man 
A rattling, roving Irishman, 
I can do all that ever you can 
For I am the wee falorie man. 

I have a sister Mary Ann 
She washes her face in the frying pan, 
And out she goes to hunt for a man 
I have a sister Mary Ann. 

I am a good old working man, 
Each day I carry a wee tin can 
A large penny bap and a clipe of ham 
I am a good old working man. 

 

 
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WAXIES DARGLE, THE

Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan 
"Will ye come to the Waxies dargle?" 
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan, 
"Sure I haven't got a farthing. 
I've just been down to Monto town 
To see uncle McArdle 
But he half a crown 
For to go to the Waxies dargle." 

Cho: What are ye having, will ye have a pint? 
Yes, I'll have a pint with you, sir, 
And if one of us doesn't order soon 
We'll be thrown out of the boozer. 

Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan 
"Will ye come to the Galway races?" 
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan, 
"With the price of my aul' lad's braces. 
I went down to Capel Street 
To the Jew man moneylenders 
But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob on 
My aul' lad's suspenders." 

Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan 
"We have no beef or mutton 
But if we go down to Monto town 
We might get a drink for nuttin'" 
Here's a piece of good advice 
I got from an aul' fishmonger: 
"When food is scarce and you see the hearse 
You'll know you have died oF hunger. 


 
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Wearin' o' the green, The
midi midi
 

   "O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
   The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!
   No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen
   For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' the Green."

   I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand,
   And he said, "How's poor ould Ireland, and how does she stand?"
   "She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen,
   For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."

   "So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red
   Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed;
   And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod
   But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod.
   When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow
   And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show,
   Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen;
   But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green."

   "I've heard a whisper of a land that lies beyond the wave,
   where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day.  
   Oh Erin must we leave you, driven by a tyrant's hand,
   To seek a mother's blessing in a strange and distant land
   Where the cruel cross of England shall never more be seen, 
   And where please God I'll live and die still wearin' of the green."


 
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WEXFORD CAROL, THE

Good people all, this Christmas-time
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done
In sending His beloved Son

With thankful heart we should pray
To God with love this Christmas day
In Bethlehem upon that morn
There was a blessed Messiah born!

The night before that happy tide
The noble virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town

But mark how all things came to pass;
From every door repelled, alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but an humble oxens' stall

There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay

And when they came unto that place
Where our beloved Messiah was
They humbly cast them at His feet
With gifts of gold and incense sweet

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God's angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear

"Prepare and go", the angels said
"To Bethlehem, be not afraid:
For there you'll find, this happy morn
A princely babe, sweet Jesus born"

With happy heart and joyful mind
The shepherds went the babe to find
And as God's angel had foretold
They did our Saviour Christ behold

Within a manger He was laid
And by His side the virgin maid
Attending on the Lord of life
Who came on earth to end all strife


 
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WHEN YOU WERE SWEET SIXTEEN

When I first saw the love-light in your eyes
I thought the world held naught but joy for me
And even though we've drifted far apart
I never dream, but what I dream of thee

Chorus:
I love you as I've  never loved before
Since I first Saw you on the village green
Come to me in my dreams of love astoir
I love you as I lovedyou , when you were sweet
When you were sweet sixteen

Last night I dreamt I held your hand in mine
And once again you were my happy bride
I kissed you as I did in Auld Lang syne
As to the church we wandered side by side

Chorus


 
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WHERE THE THREE COUNTIES MEET

Oh how lovely to be on the shores of Lough Ree
On a beautiful mid summer's morning
Looking over the lake, as the bright waters break
By the hills of the County Roscommon
I left my home, in the town of Athlone
On the way to the Three Jolly Pigeons
It was near Glasson town, on the road I sat down
And looked over the beautiful Shannon

Chorus:
Lough Ree, oh Lough Ree, where the three counties meet
Longford, Westmeath and Roscommon
As I stroll round her banks, by the heather and peat
They're the memories I've never forgotten

Oh sad was the day, that I went away
To work among timbers and concrete
For now as a man, I must follow life's plan
(or I must name me a man, for to follow life's span)
I forsook the dear place of my homeland
If God grants me grace, I'll return to the place
When the sunset of life has come o'er me
Once again on these shores, like a bird my heart soars
As I gaze on the beauty around me


 
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WHISKEY IN THE JAR (1)

As I was going over the far Kilkerry mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver

Chorus:
Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the laddie-o
Whack for the laddie-o
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

Chorus

I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
And send for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter

Chorus

It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

Chorus

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny

Chorus

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courting pretty Jenny in the morning bright and early

Chorus


 
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WHISKEY IN THE JAR (2)

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver! For I am the bold deceiver!"

Chorus:
Mursha-ring-a-ma-doo-a-ma-dah Whack for the daddio
whack for the daddio There's whiskey in the jar

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the Devil take the women for you never can believe them

I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel
Up come a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

If anyone can aid me it's my brother in the army
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me we'd go rovin' in Kilkenny
I'll engage he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny



 
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WHISKEY YOU'RE THE DEVIL

Chorus:
Whiskey you're the devil you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains into Americay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter
You're spunkier than tea
Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober!

Oh, now brave boys we're on for marching
Up to Portugal and Spain drums are beating, banners flying
The devil all home will come tonight
Love, fare thee well

With me tiddle-ee-iddle-doodle-a-ma-da me tiddle-ee-iddle-doodle-a-ma-da
Me rightful too-ra-laddie-oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Said the mother do not wrong me do not take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
And after death me ghost will haunt you
Love fare thee well

Oh the French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and coldly
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock upon his shoulder
Love fare thee well


 
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WHISTLING GYPSY, THE

A gypsy rover came over the hill, Down through the valley so shady
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang And he won the heart of the lady

Chorus:
Ah-dee-doo Ah-dee-doo-dah-day Ah-dee-doo Ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang And he won the heart of the lady

She left her father's castle gate She left her own fond lover
She left her servants and her estate He came at last to a mansion fine
To follow the gypsy rover Down by the river Culadee
And there was music and there was wine Her father sent up his fastest steed
With the gypsy and his lady Roamed the valleys all over Sought his daughter at
great speed He is no gypsy, my father, she said, And the whistling gypsy
rover. But lord of these lands all over And I will stay till my dying day
With the whistling gypsy rover



 
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WILD COLONIAL BOY, THE

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Dugan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
And to Australia's sunny shores he was inclined to roam
He robbed the rich and he helped the poor, he stabbed James MacEvoy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

For two long years this daring youth ran on his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger, and their justice he did not fear
He robbed the lordly squatters, their flocks he would destroy
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy

He bade the judge "Good morning!" and he told him to beware
For he never robbed an honest judge who acted "on the square"
"Yet you would rob a mother of her son and only joy
And breed a race of outlaws like the wild colonial boy!"

One morning on the prairie while Jack Dugan rode along
While listening to the mocking bird singing a cheerful song
Out jumped three troopers fierce and grim Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

Surrender now, Jack Dugan, for you see there's three to one
Surrender in the Queen's name, sir, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his side and glared upon Fitzroy
I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning round to Davis he received his fatal wound
But a bullet pierced his brave young heart from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him the wild colonial boy



 
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WILD ROVER, THE
midi

I've been a wild rover for many a year
I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
Now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I swear that I'll play the wild rover no more

Chorus:
And it no, nay, never
(clap hands four times)
No, nay, never, No more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never, no more

I went into an ale house that I used to frequent
And I told the lady my money was spent
I asked her for credit and she answered me nay
Such a custom as yours I can get day

Chorus

And out of my pocket and pulled sovereigns bright
The landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I said were only in jest

I'd go home to my parents confess what I've done
And ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if their'll caress me as oft times before
Then I swear that I play the wild rover no more


 
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WILL YOU COME TO THE BOWER

Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where stupenduous waves roll in thunder and motion
Where the fair maids are seen and the wild tempest gathers
To loved Erin the green the dear land of our fathers?
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

Will you come to the land of O'Neill and O'Donnell,
Of Lord Lucan of old and the immortal O'Connell
Where Brian chased the Dane and St Patrick the vermin,
And those valleys remain still most beautiful and charming?
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

You can visit Benburb and the stormy Blackwater,
Where Owen Roe met Munroe and his chieftains did slaughter,
Where the lambs sport and play on the mossy all over,
From those bright golden views to enchanting restrover.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

You can see Dublin City and the fine groves of Blarney,
The Baun, Boyne, and Liffey, and the lakes of Killarney,
You can ride on the tide o'er the broad Majestic Shannon,
You can sail round Loch Neagh and see storied Dungannon.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

You can visit New Ross, gallant Wexford and Gorey,
Where the green was last seen by proud Saxon and Tory,
Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man,
Where they died satisfied their enemies they would not run from
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower

Will you come and awake our dead land from its slumber,
And her fetters we will break links that long are encumbered,
And the air will resound with hosannas to greet you,
On the shore will be found gallant Irishmen to meet you.
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower


 
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WINDS ARE SINGING FREEDOM, THE

In the battle streets of Belfast
you can hear the people cry
for justice long denied them
and their cry will fill the sky
But the winds of change are blowing
bringing hope from dark despair
a new day is dawing
you can feel it in the air

Too long our people suffered
in misery and tears
and foreign rulers used our land
for about 800 years
It's a long road has no turning
and I know that soon will be
a day of justice dawning
when our people shall be free

Chorus:
The winds are singing freedom
they sing it everywhere
They sing it on the mountainside
And in the city square
They sing of a new day dawning
when our people shall be free
Come and join the song of freedom
let it ring from sea to sea

There's a time laid out for laughing
and there's a time laid aout to weep
There's a time laid out for sowing
and a time laid out to reap
Ther's a time to love your brother
there's a time for hate to cease
If you sow the seeds of justice
Then you'll reap the fruits of peace


 
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WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY, THE

I sat within a valley green
Sat there with my true love
And my fond heart strove to choose between
The old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley 

'Twas hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Ah, but harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men"
While soft wind shook the barley

'Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
When the foeman's shot burst on our ears
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died
While soft wind shook the barley 

I bore her to some mountain stream
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse
Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft wind shook the barley 

'Twas blood for blood without remorse
I've taken at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley 


 
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