Quare Bungle Rye Lyrics

When I was young, I had no sense, I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence. The only tune that it would play Was Over the Hills and Far Away. So early in the morning, So early in the m...Read Full Lyrics

Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands But remember his fingers, they once could move sharper To raise up the memory of h...Read Full Lyrics

1 * * 57 Who will plow the field now, and who will sow the corn 1 * * 57 Who will wash the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn 4 1 * 57 The stack that's in the haggard, un-touche...Read Full Lyrics

We're the D-Day Dodgers, way off in Italy Always on the vino, always on the spree; Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks, We live in Rome, among the Yanks. We are the D-Day Dodger...Read Full Lyrics

I sowed the seeds of love I sowed them in the springtime Gathered them up in the morning so soon While small birds sweetly sing While small birds sweetly sing My garden was planted...Read Full Lyrics

The Lowlands of Holland The love that I have chosen was to my heart's content. The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent. Repent it I shall never until the day I die But th...Read Full Lyrics

The Men of the West (William Rooney) When you honor in song and in story The names of the patriot men, Whose valor has covered with glory Full many a mountain and glen, Forget not ...Read Full Lyrics

The Old Orange Flute In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade And all of us thought him...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 patr...Read Full Lyrics

They're moving father's grave to build a sewer They're moving it regardless of expense. They're moving his remains to lay down nine-inch Drains To irrigate some rich bloke's reside...Read Full Lyrics