In Dublin's Fair City (Molly Malone)

In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
She wheels her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

She died of the fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

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Whistling Gypsy Rover

A Gypsy Rover come over the hill,
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Ha Dee Do Ha Do Da Dae
Ha Dee Do Ha Dee Dae Dee
He Whistled And He Sang 'Til The Green Woods Rang
And He Won The Heart Of A Lady

She Left Her Father's Castle Gate
She Left Her Own Fond Lover
She Left Her Servants And Her State
To Follow The Gypsy Rover

Ha Dee Do Ha Do Da Dee Dae
Ha Dee Do Ha Dee Dae Dee
He Whistled And He Sang 'Til The Green Woods Rang
And He Won The Heart Of A Lady

Her Father Saddled Up His Fastest Steed
Roamed The Valleys All Over
Sought His Daughter At Great Speed
And The Whistling Gypsy Rover

Ha Dee Do Ha Do Da Dee Dae
Ha Dee Do Ha Dee Dae Dee
He Whistled And He Sang 'Til The Green Woods Rang
And He Won The Heart Of A Lady

He Came At Last to A Mansion Fine
Down By The River so shady
And There Was Music, And there was Wine
For The Gypsy And His Lady

Ha Dee Do Ha Do Da Dee Dae
Ha Dee Do Ha Dee Dae Dee
He Whistled And He Sang 'Til The Green Woods Rang
And He Won The Heart Of A Lady

He Is No Gypsy, M' Father, She Said
But Lord Of These Lands All Over
And I Will Stay 'Til My Dyin' Day
With My Whistlin' Gypsy Rover.

Ha Dee Do Ha Do Da Dae
Ha Dee Do Ha Dee Dae Dee
He Whistled And He Sang 'Til The Green Woods Rang
And He Won The Heart Of A Lady

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Ride On

True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen,
Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green,
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch,
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.

When you ride in to the night without a trace behind,
Run your claw along my gut one last time.
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie,
And look for the spark that lights the night
Through a teardrop in my eye.

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to.
No matter how I wanted to.

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Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

And it's no, nay, never, (4 claps)
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as you I could have any day."

And it's no, nay, never, (4 claps)
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

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I'll Take You Home Kathleen

Thomas P. Westendorf

I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonnie bride.
Oh! The roses all have left your cheeks.
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes.

Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'II take you to your home, Kathleen.

Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'II take you to your home, Kathleen!

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THE CLIFFS OF DONEEN

You may travel far far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains, far a-way o'er the foam,
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
For there's none to compare with the cliffs of Doneen.

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky mountains and the west coast of Clare
And The towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes of the cliffs of Doneen.

Fare thee well to Doneen, fare thee well for a while
And to all the fine people I'm leaving behind
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen.

You may travel far far from your own native home,
Far away o'er the mountains, far a-way o'er the foam,
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
Oh there's none to compare with the cliffs of Doneen.

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Will You Go Lassie Go (Wild Mountain Thyme)

Oh, the summer-time is coming
And the trees are sweetly bloomin',
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin' heather;

Refrain:
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together,
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather;
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower
By yon pure, crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain;

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Skye Boat Song

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Though the waves leap, soft shall you sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Many's the lad who fought on that day
Well the Claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in its sheath,
Charlie will come again.

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

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HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE

by Stephen Foster

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
For we all sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh Hard times come again no more.

There's a song sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay,
There are frail forms fading at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.

There's a song sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.
Oh hard times come again no more.

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Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl call:
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man call
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall,
She watched the last star fall
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

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Four Green Fields
by Tommy Makem

"What did I have?" said the fine old woman
"What did I have?" this proud old woman did say
"I had four green fields, each one was a jewel
But strangers came and tried to take them from me
I had fine, strong sons, they fought to save my jewels
They fought and died and that was my grief", said she

"Long time ago", said the fine old woman
"Long time ago", this proud old woman did say
"There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved by mountain, valley and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
My four green fields ran red with their blood", said she

"What have I now?" said the fine old woman
"What have I now?" this proud old woman did say
"I have four green fields, one of thems in bondage
In strangers hands who tried to take it from me
But my sons have sons, as brave as were their fathers
My fourth green field will bloom once again", said she