I don't care if I get arrested 'Cause tonight they'll need more than a ball and chain I don't care just whose interested 'Cause I'm comin' into town just
Anna Liffey 'Twas down by Anna Liffey My love and I did stray Where in the good old slushy mud The seagulls sport and play We've got the whiff of ray
In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And the many an hours sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town A
I met my love, By the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream, By the old canal. I kissed my girl, By the factory wall. Dirty old town, Dirty old town. Clouds
Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I will tell For I've got a situation and begorrah
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear
the rocky road to Dublin' One, two, three four, five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin', whack-fol-la-de-da
As I came down through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by the candlelight First she washed
The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric Bogle When I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green
did hum nor battle drum Did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell Rang out through the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin
As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced me pistol and then produced
As down the glen came McAlpine's men With their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub they drank the sub And up in the spike you'll find them They
When I was young, I used to be, As fine a man as ever you'd see, 'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me, Come and join the British army. Too-ra loo-
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, I then produced
In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke and
T'was down by the Glenside I met an old woman A plucking young nettles She ne'er saw me coming I listened a while To the song she was huming Glory o glory
boys won't leave the girls alone Pulled me hair, stolen me comb But that's alright, till I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin
Dear sir I write this note to you to tell me of me plight, And at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight. Me body is all black and blue, me face
