The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds,. On St. Stevens day he got caught in the furze,. So it's up with the kettle and it's down with the pan,.
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.. "Arise and go", the angels said.
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County DownOne morning in July,Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,And she smiled as she passed me by;Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feetTo the sheen of her nut-brown hair,Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myselfTo make sure I was standing there.
In the merry month of May. From me home I started. Left the girls of Tuam. Sad and broken hearted. . Salute me father dear. And kissed me darlin' mother.
All the streets are filled with laughter and light. And the music of the season. And the merchants windows are all bright. With the faces of the children.
I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven.
Ten years ago on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, and they all did agree. That the man who ran looked a lot like me.
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find. It's there I spied a damsel fair, most pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes like arrows pierced my breast.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
come all ye fair and tender ladies. take warning how you court young men. theyre like a star on summer morning. they first appear and then theyre gone.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
I was down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men. In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo.
The boar's head in hand bear I. Bedecked with bay and rosemary;. So I pray you my masters be merry,. Quot estis in convivio [as many as are at the feast]..
I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas. And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve. I wonder if they grew up hating the season.
Oh Shenandoah. It's far I wander. Away you rolling river. Oh Shenandoah. It's far I wander. Away, I'm bound to roam. 'Cross the wide Missouri. Shenandoah.
From Derry Quai 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.
Once In Royal David's City. Stood a lowly cattle shed,. Where a mother laid her Baby. In a manger for His bed.. Mary was that mother mild,. Jesus Christ her little Child..
O the holly she bears a berry, as white as the milk. And Marry, she bore Jesus all wrapped up in silk. . Chorus:. And Marry she bore Jesus,our savior for to be.
Never give all the heart. For love will hardly seem worth thinking of. To passionate women if it seems certain. . Never give all the heart. For love will hardly seem worth thinking of.