Patrick Sheehan Lyrics

As I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy but a fair young maid As I wi' others was out a hunting No shoes nor stockings di...Read Full Lyrics

I am a ramblin' Irishman It's Ulster I was born in And manys the happy hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin Ah but to live poor I could not endure Like others of my station...Read Full Lyrics

There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin. Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin', ra...Read Full Lyrics

When I was a miller in Fife, Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer Said, ''Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife, To help to mak' brose to your supper. '' Then my conscience wa...Read Full Lyrics

Have you seen him on the corner And his lip would reach the pavement. He's been hiding from his razor, Is he not an awful sight? In love he was the purist, How he's frightening our...Read Full Lyrics

There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes; Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well And in her uncle'...Read Full Lyrics

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing. To wander alone by the winds beat...Read Full Lyrics

THE GABERLUNZIEMAN Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity Would you lodge a leal poor man?" Laddie ...Read Full Lyrics

It being a fine morning, this young man he chose That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes To give her a token of his...Read Full Lyrics

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding their n...Read Full Lyrics