Chorus Lyrics

All For Me Grog:

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin, on the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander

Black Velvet Band:

Her eyes they shone like diamond
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Boys from Killybegs:

In the gentle rolling sea and the herring running free
And the fleet are riding gently on the foam
When the boats are loaded down, there’ll be singing in the town
When the boys from Killybegs come rolling home

Day of My Return:

Fair thee well fair Dover, fair thee well your seasons turn
My pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
On the day of my return

Dicey Riley:

Poor old Dicey Riley she has taken to the sup
Poor old Dicey Riley she will never give it up
It’s off each morning to the pop
And then she’s in for another little drop
The heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley

Dirty Old Town:

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

Dublin Pub Crawl:

In Dublin town upon the crawl
A hell of a time was had be all
Down where the beer and whiskey flew

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

Finnegan’s Wake:

Whack fol the da and dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Isn’t it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake

The Galway Shawl:

She worn no jewels, nor costly diamonds
No paint nor powder, no none at all
But she worn a bonnet with ribbons on it
And ’round her shoulders was the Galway shawl

Gentleman Soldier:

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

Grace:

Oh Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They’ll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won’t be time to share our love, so we must say goodbye

Hills of Connemara:

Gather up your pot and your old tin cans
The corn and the mash and the barley and the bran
Run like the devil from the excise man
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney

Hills of Donegal:

And 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

Horse it into you Cynthia:

Horse it into ya Cynthia, fer yer the girl for me,
Yer the finest looking filly that I did ever see,
Yer the onions in me burger, yer the sugar in me tea,
So horse it into ya Cynthia fer yer the girl fer me.

I’ll Tell Me Ma

I’ll tell me ma when I go home, the boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and stole but that’s alright till I go home
She is handsome she is pretty, she’s the girl of Belfast city
She’s a courting one-two-three, please will you tell me who is she

Irish Pub:

They’ve got one in Honolulu, they’ve got one in Moscow too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you’ll always have a job
‘Cause wherever you go around the world you’ll find an Irish pub

I Useta Love Her:

I useta to love her, I useta love her once
A long, long time ago
I useta to love her, I useta love her once
A long, long time ago
It’s gone, all my lovin’ is gone (woah, woah)
It’s gone, all my lovin’ is gone

Joyce Country Ceili Band:

And we’re the Joyce Country Ceili Band
Playing away and we’re doing grand
We’re singing a song won’t you give us a hand
‘cos we’re the Joyce Country Ceili Band

Leaving of Liverpool:

So fare-thee-well, my own true love
When I return, united we will be
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling, when I think of thee

Mary Mack:

Mary-Mack’s father’s making Mary-Mack marry me
My father’s making me marry Mary-Mack
I’m gonna marry Mary so me Mary will take care o’ me.
We’ll all be feeling merry when I marry Mary-Mack

Molly Malone:

Alive, alive oh
Alive, alive oh
Crying cockles and mussels
Alive, alive oh

Muirshin Durkin:

So its goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I’m sick and tired of workin’
No more I’ll dig the praties, no longer I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold

N17:

And I wish I was on that N17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Yes, I wish I was on that N17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams

New York Girls: 

And a-weigh, Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, Can’t you dance the polka?

Rambles of Spring:

I’ve a fine, felt hat
And a strong pair of brogues
I have rosin in my pocket for my bow
O my fiddle strings are new
And I’ve learned a tune or two
So, I’m well prepared to ramble and must go

Rattling Bog:

Ho, ro, the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Red Rose Cafe:

Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbour
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is so happy to be there

Ringsend Rose:

And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
In God’s Garden there’s none rarer
And there she goes my Ringsend Rose
Dublin Town has seen none fairer

Sally MacLennane:

We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
Sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause I’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think I’ll be returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane

Seven Drunken Nights:

Ah, you’re drunk your drunk you silly old fool, still you cannot see
That’s a:
Verse 1: Lovely sow
Verse 2: Woolen blanket
Verse 3: Lovely tin whistle
Verse 4: Two lovely geranium pot
Verse 5: A baby boy
Verse 6: Two lovely gloves
Verse 7: A lovely shillelarg
…….that me mother gave to me
There’s many a day I’ve wandered, a hundred miles or more
But:
Verse 1: a saddle on a sow
Verse 2: buttons on a blanket
Verse 3: Tobacco in a tin whistle
Verse 4: Laces in geranium pots
Verse 5: A baby boy with his whiskers on
Verse 6: Fingernails on gloves
Verse 7: ???????????????????????????????
…….sure I never saw before (except after verse 7)

Streams of Whiskey

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

The Ferryman:

Where the strawberry beds sweep down to the Liffey
You kiss away the worries from my brow
Well I love you well today and I love you more tomorrow
If you ever loved me Molly love me now

Wagon Wheel:

So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey… mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey… mama rock me

Whiskey in the Jar:

Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

Wild Rover:

And it’s no, nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more