Matt Hyland Lyrics

Well, if you've got a wing-o,Take her up to Ring-oWhere the waxies sing-o all the day;If you've had your fill of porter, And you can't go any furtherGive your man the order: "Back ...Read Full Lyrics

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed near Galway Bay Come policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim to...Read Full Lyrics

Come my little sonAnd I will tell you what we'll doUndress yourself and get into bedAnd the tale I'll tell to youIt's all about your daddyHe's a man you seldom seeFor he's have to ...Read Full Lyrics

I'm a weaver, a Carlton WeaverI'm a a rash and a-roving bladeI've got silver in my pocketsAnd I follow the roving tradeWhiskey, Whiskey, Nancy WhiskeyWhiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-OAs I ...Read Full Lyrics

Oh, I am an old navvy and I work on the lineAnd the last place I worked was Newcastle-on-TyneWell, I'll tell me misfortune it happened in funOh, it happened one night I'd me navvy ...Read Full Lyrics

Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the airToora, loora, loora, loora, looOn the eighth day of March in Dublin City fairToora, loora, loora, loora, looFrom his stand of sto...Read Full Lyrics

In Newry Town I was bred and bornIn Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn.I served my time to the saddling tradeBut I turned out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade.At seventee...Read Full Lyrics

Oh the violets were scenting the woods, NoraDisplaying their charm to the beeWhen I first said I loved only you, NoraAnd you said you loved only meThe chestnut blooms gleamed throu...Read Full Lyrics

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all dayTill a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam awayFor I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was b...Read Full Lyrics

Que vendo dos ojos negros,¿Quién me los quieren comprar?Que los venden por embusteros,Porque me han pagados mal.A veces dan confianza,A veces me hacen dudar,A veces dan esperanza...Read Full Lyrics