las vegas in the hills of donegal (by patrick gallagher)

you can talk about atlantis - how it's lost beneath the sea
the grave of the unknown soldier or the cry of the old banshee
who was the man in the iron mask twas jack the ripper set free
but ask them all where's donegal it's still a mystery

oh if i could i'd build a wall around old donegal
the north and south to keep them out by god i'd build it tall
casinos chicken ranches i'd legalize them all
we'd have our own las vegas in the hills of donegal
yeah las vegas in the hills of donegal

Playboy clubs, all night pubs, blackjack and roulette
neil blaney, brigette neilsen, mike tyson having a bet
inishowen would then be known for it's filthy millionaires
and donald trump would buy a chunk to live in solitaire

stand on top of erigal would give me such a thrill
and hear them say in dublin there's gold in them thar hills
don't dispare cause if you dare the answer lies with me
there's a wall that's steep and it's going cheap somewhere in germany



when ny was irish (by terence winch)

I'll sing you a song of days long ago
when people from Galway and the county Mayo
and all over Ireland came over to stay
and take up a new life in Americay

They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad
to grow old in a new world through good times and bad
all the parties and weddings, the ceilis and wakes
when New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks
We worked on the subways, we ran the saloons
We built all the bridges, we played all the tunes
We put out the fires & controlled City Hall
We started with nothing & wound up with it all

 Chorus

You could travel from Kingsbridge to Queens or mid town
from Highbridge to Bay Ridge, from up town to down
from the East Side to the seaside's sweet summer scenes---
we made New York City our island of dreams

 Chorus

I look at the photos now brittle with time
of the people I cherished when the city was mine
O, how I loved all those radiant smiles
how I long for the days when we danced in the aisles

 Chorus

words and music by Terence Winch
©1987 Green Linnet Music



celtic symphony (by brian warfield)

it was far across the sea when the devil got a hold of me
he wouldn't set me free so he kept me soul for ransom
na na na na na etc
i'm a sailor man from glasgow town i've roamed the world around and round
he's the meanest thing that i have found in all me days of wandering
na na na na na etc

here we go again we're on the road again
we're on the road again we're on the way to paradise
we love the jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
for then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise

graffiti on the wall just as the sun was going down
i see graffiti on the wall - of the celts! of the celts!
graffiti on the wall it says we're magic we're magic
graffiti on the wall.............................

it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra (repeat 4x)

we went thru each jungle deep for the paradise that we did seek
twas no trip for the weak  we're waltzing with the natives
na na na na na etc
around in circles everyway he turned to me and he did say
i think you're leading me astray i want your soul me boyo
na na na na na etc

here we go again we're on the road again
we're on the road again we're on the way to paradise we love the
jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
for then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise

graffiti on the walls just as the sun was going down
i see graffiti on the walls - of the celts! of the celts! graffiti on
the walls says we're magic we're magic graffiti on the
wall.............................

it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra (repeat 4x)



N17 (by davy carton & leo moran)

well i didn't see much future when i left the christian brother's school
so i waved goodbye with a wistful smile and left the girls of tuam
now when i'm reminicing about the pre-fabs and my old friends
i know that they'll be changed or gone by the time i get home again

and i wish i was on the N17 (stone walls and the grass is green)
i wish i was on the N17 (stone walls and the grass is green)
searching with just my thoughts and dreams

well the old fella left me to shannon was the last time i travelled that road
and when we turned left to clare-galway i could feel that lump in my throat
when i picture those thousands of times i've travelled that well worn track
but i know things will be different if i ever decide to go back

now as i tumble down highways on filthy overcrowded trains
there's no one to talk to in transit so i sit here and daydream again
i think of those muddled up problems of livin in a foreign soil
i can still see the twist and the turns in the road from the square to the town
of the tribes.



back home in derry (by bobby sands)

in 1803 we sailed out to sea out from the sweet town of derry for australia
bound if we didn't all drown
and the marks of our fetters we carried
in rusty iron chains we sighed for our wanes our good wives we left home in
sorry
as the mainsails unfurled our curses were hailed on the english and thoughts of
tomorrow

at the mouth of the foyle bid farewell to the soil down below deck we were lying
o'doherty screamed waking out of a dream and the vision of bold robert dying
the sun burned down cruel as they dished out the gruel dan o'connor was down
with the fever
60 rebels today bound for botany bay how many would reach their receiver

ohhh ohhh oh i wish i was back home in derry ohhh ohhh oh i wish i was back home
in derry

i cursed them to hell as the bow fought the swell the ship danced like a moth in
the firelight
white horses rode high as the devil passed by taking souls onto hades by
twilight
5 weeks out to see we were now 43
our comrades we buried each morning
in our own slime we were lost in a time endless night without dawning

van diemans land you're a hell for a man to live out his life in slavery
where the climate is raw and the gun make the law neither wind nor the rain care
for bravery.
20 years have gone by and i've ended my bond
me comrades their ghost are behind me
a rebel i came and i'll die the same
on the cold wind of night you will find me
 



come out ye black n tans  (by dominic behan)

i was born in a dublin street where the royal drums do beat
and them lovin' english feet they tramped all over us
and every single night as me father'd come home tight
he'd invite the neighbors outside for a chorus

come out ye black n tans come out and fight me like a man
show the wife how you won medals down in flanders
tell her how the IRA made ya run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes of kilishandra

tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two
and the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
how you bravely faced each one with a 16 pounder gun
and ya frightened them poor natives to the marrow

let me hear you tell how ya slammed the great parnell
when you thought him well and truly persecuted
where are the cheers and jeers that ya proudly let us here
when our heroes of '16' were executed.

the day is coming fast and the time is here at last
when each yeoman will be cast aside before us
and if there be the need kindly send us a god's speed
and a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus



tell me ma (traditional)

i'll tell me ma when i go home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
pull my hair stole my comb
that's alright til i go home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is a courting one two three
please won't ya tell me who is she

albert mooney says he loves he
all the boys are fighting for her
knock on the door and ring on the bell
oh my true love are you well
out she comes as white as snow
rings on her fingers bells on her toes
old jenny murray says she'll die
if she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
and the snow come travelling from the sky
she's as sweet as apple pie
she'll get her own lad by and by
when she finds a lad of her own
she won't tell her mother when she comes home
let them all come as they will
but it's albert mooney she loves still