give ireland back to the irish (by paul mccartney)

give ireland back to the irish
don't make them have to take it away
give ireland back to the irish
make ireland irish today

great britain you offend us
and nobody knows like me
but really what are you doing
in that land across the sea
tell me how would you like it
if on your way to work
you were stopped by irish soldiers
would you lie down, do nothing
would you give in to those men

great britain and all the people
know that people must be free
but meanwhile up in belfast & derry
there's a man who looks like me
and he dreams of god and country
and he's feeling really bad
because he's rotting down in H block
would you lie down, do nothing
would you give in to those men



i useta luv her (by leo moran & davey carton)

i have fallen for another she can make her own way home
and even if she asked me now sure i'd let her go alone
you see i useta see her up the chapel when we went for sunday mass
and as she walked up to received i kneel down there and watch her pass
the glory of her ass.......

i useta luv her, i useta luv her once. a long, long time ago
i useta luv her, i useta luv her once. a long, long time ago
it's gone. all my loving is gone. whoa, whoa.
it's gone. all my loving is gone.

i remember her collecting for concern on christmas eve
she was on a 48 hour fast just water and black tea.
so i walked straight up and made an ostentatious contribution
and i looked at her and told her i'd seduce her in the future
when she's good & looser
 

now you know the truth of it she's no longer my obsession
but the thoughts and dreams i had of her would take 6 weeks in confession. you
see i met this young one thursday night and she's into free expression
and my mission is to rid the world of this sinful repression
so we had a session.



sean south of garryowen (traditional)

it was on a dreary new years day when the shade of night came down
and a lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
there were men from dublin and from cork, fermanagh and tyrone
but the leader was a limerick man sean south of garryowen

and as they moved along the street up to the barracks door
they scorned the danger the would meet the fate that lay in store
they were fighting for old ireland to make their very own
and the foremost of this gallant band was south of garryowen

but the seargant spoiled their daring plans he spied them through the door
and with sten guns and with rifle a hail of death did pour
but before that awful night was past two men lay cold as stone
there was one from near the border and one from garryowen

no more he'll hear the seagull cry o'er the murmuring shannon tide
for he fell beneath a northern sky brave o'hanlon by his side
he has gone to join that gallant band of plunkett pearse and tone
another martyr for old ireland sean south of garryowen.



sons of molly (by chuck rogers)

when the wind blows wild at night past the breaker melancholy
if you stand in the dark with your ears to the wind
you can hear the sons of molly.
deep in the dark of the old mine shaft you can smell the smoke and the fire and
the whisper low from the mine below is the ghost of molly maguire

i'll tell ya boys mickey doyle is my name and i come from carbon county
and i shot the boss of the lansford mine now my soul is up for bounty
but i will die with my head held high for i fought for the men below
those men who slave and sweat and die down in a black hell hole.

so i'll tell ya boys edward kelly is my name and i'm hanging in the morning for
i shot jack jones for skinning my bones how i curse the sound of mourning
and i will die with my held held high for i fought for the men below
those men who slave and sweat and die down in a black hell hole.

so i'll tell ya boys alex campbell is my name and no pistol did i fire
but i will fall from the gallows wall just for being a molly maguire
and i will die with my held held high for i fought for the men below
those men who slave and sweat and die down in a black hell hole.



carrickfergus (traditional)

i wish i was in carrickfergus
only for nights in ballygrand
i would swim over the deepest ocean
only for nights in ballygrand
but the sea is wide and i cannot swim over
and neither have i the wings to fly
if i could find me a handy boatman
to ferry me over my love and i

my childhood days bring back sad reflections
of happy times there spent so long ago
my boyhood friends and my own relations
have all past on now with the melting snow
so i'll spend my days in this endless roving
soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free
oh to be home now in carrickfergus
on the long rode down to the salty sea

and in kilkenny it is reported
on marble stone there as black as ink
with gold and silver i would support her
but i'll sing no more now til i get a drink
for i'm drunk today and i'm seldom sober
the handsome rover from town to town
ah but i'm sick now my days are number
come all me young men and lay me down
come all me young men and lay me down.



whiskey in the jar (traditional)

as i was going over the cork & kerry mountains
i met with capt farrel and his money he was counting
i first produced me pistol, i then produced me rapier
i said stand and deliver for i am a bold deceiver

chorus
with you ring dumma dur dumma da
whack fol da daddio, whack fol da daddio
there's whiskey in the jar

i counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
i put it in me pocket and i brought it home to jenny
she sighed and she swore that she never would betray me
but the devil's in the women for they never can be easy

i went into my chamber all for to take a slumber
i dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder
but jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
then she sent for capt farrell to be ready for the slaughter

twas early in the morning before i rose to travel
(ran out of ink)