My Little Son 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

(Chorus)Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,Oró, sé do bheatha abhaile,Oró, sé do bheatha abhaileAnois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.'Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,Do b' é ár gcre...Read Full Lyrics

Farewell to all our Scottish wayFarewell our ancient gloryFarewell even to our Scottish nameSo famed in marshal storyNow Sark over the Solway FirthAnd Tweed runs to the oceanTo mar...Read Full Lyrics

Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,And it makes us all part of the patriot...Read Full Lyrics