Breakfast With St. Swithin Lyrics

In the streets of London Not long ago in a time The same gaslight to light your path Would leave shadows to hide the crime The drunks who were sick or asleep The gutters and the m...Read Full Lyrics

The two of us just sitting here together in this room Everything the way that it should be You see the way I look at you it makes you turn away But then I catch you looking back at...Read Full Lyrics

Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away. They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main, To fight in bloody ba...Read Full Lyrics

Well Mary was a lass From the lower class She was an Irish emigree When she arrived in New York In a kitchen she found work Cooking meals in the Bowery In that kitchen Mary baked ...Read Full Lyrics

You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lyin' far awa' Come give to me the tartan...Read Full Lyrics

Chorus: And it's home boys, home! Home I'd like to be, home for a while, in me own country Where the oak and the ash and the bonny elm tree Are all a-growin' green in me own countr...Read Full Lyrics

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear, Farewell, farewell to ye, Macpherson's live will no be long Round yonder gallows-tree. Say rantingly and say wantonly, Say dauntingly gaed he...Read Full Lyrics

It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray. I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar But how were we to get the...Read Full Lyrics

He was Halifax born and bred Long in the arm and thick in the head To leave Halifax there's a quote Its "through a bottle or on a boat" So while he was no sailor He found work aboa...Read Full Lyrics

Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's drinking Manhattans, singing a coal miner's tune. In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he's the best looking corpse in the room. Mr. Valenti...Read Full Lyrics