Lyrics:
me by name
Her mighty voice is calling me back home
Ireland Ireland
calling my name from across the sea
Ireland, Ireland, it's back home I'm destined
home, I missed me mom and dad
From Limerick to Dublin town... I made my way by train
I love the Irish countryside, the beauty was insane
Oh I'd like
home, I missed me mom and dad
From Limerick to Dublin town... I made my way by train
I love the Irish countryside, the beauty was insane
Oh I'd like
Dia dhuit class
My name is Paul
I am from the country Ireland
I am going to take you to a lucky Irish place
Ireland is a lucky place
A lucky place
call the Crown
With the Birmingham Irish
We sang songs of home
"My heart is in Ireland it's
There I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling
home
Let's hear it for Ireland's boxing number 1, Mick Conlon Belfast finest son
Said fuck you to all the cheats, and Wu's corrupt judging scum
Turned
And I drank and I sang at a pub they call the Crown.
With the Birmingham irish, we sang songs of home.
"My heart is in Ireland, it's there I long to be.
If you're Irish come into the parlour
There's a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There's
left far behind
Half of them hungry, the other half pined
For the soft rolling hills and the clear morning light
Back home in sweet Ireland
Chorus
Now
Kentucky Sons of Ireland (words and music by Marty Falle)
Oh Gather round me brothers
Welcome one and all!
Kentucky Sons of Ireland
Welcome One
I love it's cathedral and city
Was founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the heart of it's bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
It's my own Irish home
But there's one cause that bids us gather in one place,
-that's to answer Irelands' call.
Br1 The journey's been long,
But we've remained
your home.
You should have stayed there in your Irish domain,
And not come to gain laurels on Albion's plain.'
'Well, I know', says the Master, 'we
the fighting Irish
And we'll fight until the end you know
You should have known: You'll
Never beat the Irish
The famine Queen
Victoria came to rule us by and by
fight
We are the fighting Irish, we will never be put down
We're apart of Vera's army and we'll sing it loud and proud
We are the fighting Irish, we will
battles fought the odds
Were all against you
But your Irish heart was strong and
In memory still lives on
And in Ireland there are some
That don't forget
home
From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed
But the people, we are sore oppressed
da lie
Sing tu ra da lu ra da laddy
Sing tu ra da lu ra da lie
And a tu ra lu ra laddy
(Irish Rover)
'Twas the fourth of July Eighteen Hundred
There?s a place in Ireland I Know well
Were I spend so many happy times
Were I ?d sit for hours by the lake side
With my dads old fishing rod
the reason for misery, which forced her from home for to go
She sighed ” For the rights of old Ireland, Michael Davitt my brave Irish boy
He is now in
cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well I think myself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck
And old Ireland is the country I
Born in 1800, a Chippewa-Irish daughter
Of O'zhawguscodaywiquay and John Jane Johnston knew where she belonged
From her first day she heard,
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
was born.
My weary hands are blistered
Through work in cold and heat!
And oh! to swing a scythe once more
Through a field of Irish wheat.
Had I
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