Ar mo dhul dom siar chun Droichead Uí Mhórdhal
Píce im dhóid is mé ag dul i meitheal
Cé chasfail orm i gcumar ceoidh
Ach pocán crón is é ar buile

Aillilliú, puilliliú, ailliliú, tá an poc ar buile
Aillilliú, puilliliú, ailliliú, tá an poc ar buile

Do ritheamar trasna

Oh Betsy Belle and Mary Gray, they were two bonnie lasses
They biggit a bower on yon Burnside and theeked it o'er with rashes
Fair Betsy Belle I loved so well and thought I ne'er could alter
But Mary Gray's two cheeky eyes caused all my fancy falter

Chorus:
Oh Betsy Belle a

As I went out by Huntley town one evening for to fee
With Bogie O' Cairnie and with him I did agree
To mind his two best horses or cart or harrow or plow
Or anything about farmwork that I very well should know

Old Bogie had a daughter, her name was Isabelle
She's the lily o

How could I live on the top of a mountain?
With no money in my pocket, no gold for the counting
For I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy
And I would marry no one but my own dear blue-eyed Nancy

She's my bonny blue-eyed lassie with an air so sweet and tender

A tall tree, turn and face the west
Oh we're running with the wind
On high cliff top we're waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin

Chorus (after each verse):
And these broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly at all

It was down by the Glenside I met an old woman
A-plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, glory O, to the bold Fenian men

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, gazed on eyes wi

Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
You're the land St. Patrick blessed, you're the bright star of the west
You're that dear little isle so far away

At the setting of the sun, when my long day's work was done

Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star on a cloudy morning
First they'll appear and then they're gone

They'll tell to you some loving story
They'll swear to you their love is true
Straightway they'll go and court anot

I'm a freeborn man of the traveling people
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I have wandered
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
I never fancied being numbered

Oh we knew the woods and the resting places
And the small birds sang when winter days were over
Then we

here's not but care on every hand
In every hour that passes O
That signifies the life of man
T'were not for the lassies O

Chorus (after each verse):
Green grow the rushes O
Green grow the rushes O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lassies

Woe be to the orders that took my love away
And woe be to the cruel cause that bid my tears to fall
Woe be to the bloody wars of high Germany
They have taken my love and left a broken heart to me

The drum beat in the morning before the break of day
And the small wee fife pl

I'll walk beside you through the world today
While dreams and songs and flowers bless your way
I'll look into your eyes and hold your hand
I'll walk beside you through the golden land

I'll walk beside you through the world tonight
Beneath the starry skies ablaze with light<

When midnight comes, good people, homeward tread
Seek now your blankets and your feather bed
Home is the rover, his journey's over
Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams
Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams

Across the hills the sun has gone astray
Tomorrow

I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober
A constant roving from town to town
Ah but I'm old now, my sporting's over
So Molly, a stór, won't you lay me down?

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
On

There was a lord lived in this town who had a fair and lovely daughter
She was courted by a handsome man who was a servant to her father
But when her parents came to know, they swore they'd ban him from the island
This maid, she knew that her heart would break, had she to part with y

Oh my boat can safely float in the teeth of wind and weather
And outrace the fastest hooker between Galway and Kinsale
Where the white foam of the ocean and the dark clouds roll together
There she rides, in her pride, like a seagull over the waves

Chorus:
Oh she's neat, oh

I am a rambling Irishman
In Ulster I was born and
Many's the pleasant day I spent
'Round the shores of sweet Loch Erne
But to be poor I could not endure
Like others of my station
To Amerikay I sailed away
And left this Irish nation

Chorus (after each verse):

I met my girl at Woolwich Pier
Beneath a big crane standing
And oh the love I felt for her
It passed all understanding
Took her sailing on the river
Flow, sweet river, flow
London town was mine to give her
Sweet Thames, flow softly
Made the Thames into a crown

'Lay me in a cushioned chair;
Carry me, ye four,
With cushions here and there,
To see the world once more.

'To stable and to kennel go;
Bring what there is to bring;
Lead my Lollard to and fro,
Or gently in a ring.

'Put the chain upon the grass:
Bring Rody

Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock
Farewell to the wee girls of old Ireland all 'round
May their hearts be as merry as ever I would wish them
When far, far away across the ocean I'm bound

Oh my father is old, and my mother is quite feeble
To leave their own c