Cockles and Mussels

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheel-barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they each wheeled their barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! She died of a 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-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

Whiskey in the Jar
As I was a-goin' over Gilgarra Mountain I spied Colonel Farrell, and his money he was countin'. First I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier, Sayin' "Stand and deliver, for I am your bold receiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar. He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny; I put it in my pocket to take home to darlin' Jenny. She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me, Bu the devil take the women, for they always lie so easy! Musha rungum duram da I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber, To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder: Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water, Called on Colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter. Musha rungum duram da Next mornin' early, before I rose for travel, A-came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell. I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier, But a prisoner I was taken, I couldn't shoot the water. Musha rungum duram da They put me into jail with a judge all a-writin': For robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain. But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the jailer down And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town. Musha ringum duram da I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the army; I don't know where he's stationed, be it Cork or in Killarney. Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny, And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my darlin' sportin' Jenny! Musha ringum duram da There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin', Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin', But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, Courtin' pretty maids in the mornin', o so early! Musha ringum duram da

. The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh Red is the Rose Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any. Now here's to old Dublin. One brave English captain was ranting that day. Chorus It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever. 'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw. my bonnie Irish lass Come over the hills to your darling You choose the rose. From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay. And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah. And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh. For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend. "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away.Erin Go Bragh I'll tell you a story of a row in the town. And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh. MacDiarmada. He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw. Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died Tom Clark. Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh. Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay. and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever. One of our comrades was down at Ring's end. When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down. 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed When the moon and the stars they were shining The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever. love. Come over the hills. And our children will tell how their forefathers saw. MacDonagh. and here's her renown. And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh. In the long generation her fame will go down. McBryde. And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh. Saying." But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw.

'tis like the morn in Spring. And now. You should laugh all the while And all other times smile. And I'm wondering why. Chorus When Irish eyes are smiling. When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen But till that day. . All the world seems bright and gay. And while springtime is ours Throughout all of youth's hours. With such pow'r in your smile. In the lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing. For the springtime of life Is the sweetest of all There is ne'er a real care or regret. Let us smile each chance we get. When your sweet lilting laughter's Like some fairy song. For it never should be there at all. Crooning all the day long. "How's poor old Ireland. and throw it on the sod But never fear. 'twill take root there. Comes your laughter and light.When Irish Eyes are Smiling There's a tear in your eye. they steal your heart away. Sure. For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart. The Wearing Of The Green O Paddy dear. Sure." "So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed And pull the shamrock from your hat. and did ye hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground! No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep. When Irish hearts are happy. though underfoot 'tis trod. Sure a stone you'd beguile. and how does she stand?" "She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green. And when Irish eyes are smiling. So there's never a teardrop should fall. smile a smile for me. Like the linnet's sweet song. And it makes even sunshine more bright. I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green. his color can't be seen For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' the Green. and he took me by the hand And he said." I met with Napper Tandy. please God. And your eyes twinkle bright as can be.

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