An Irish Pub Song The Rumjacks

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage

Sober & Godless The Rumjacks

I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune Or even put two words together for a start But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be A tin man without his famous heart I once sported language

McAlpines Fusiliers The Rumjacks

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints

WKND (Flash New Breeks) The Rumjacks

A raging tribute to the two most sacred days in any working week Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger all 'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell Firin' curses at me bouncin' out

Irish Celebration Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

I'm an Irishman Leather weathered Irish skin Beard orange as the sunset over the flag In the night sky we fly it in Pride for the life we fight to live History, I write with it Spit it with the dialect

'Eight Beers' Mcgee The Rumjacks

em through your tears They say a man thats born to sing Can scare away his woes And banish all his anger and his pain But the screamin' jn my head Killed the singin' in my soul And i fear i'll never recall

The Irish Ballad Tom Lehrer

About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, About a maid I'll sing a song Who didn't have her family long.

Dead To Me The Rumjacks

were a villain o' high degree Wi a left eye made o' glass A wooden heel and a plate o' steel Mig welded tae his arse He'd carve a horn frae his Mammy's skull Tae sound his own salute And stick you with the

Irish Lullaby (아일랜드 자장가) Sarah Moore

Toora, Loora, Looral Over in Killarney, Many years ago, Me mother sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low.

Too Ra Loo Ra Kenny Loggins

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Hush now, don't you cry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral That's an Irish lullaby Over

Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That's An Irish Lullaby) Bing Crosby

Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral Hush now don't you cry Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral That's an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney many years

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral Various Artists

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Hush now don't you cry Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral That's an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney many years

Too-Ra-Loo.Rai (That's Any Irish Lullaby) Bing Crosby

Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral Hush now don't you cry Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral That's an Irish lullaby Over in Killarney many years ago

Irish Lullaby (아이리쉬 자장가) Various Artists

Over in Killarney Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And l'd give the world if she could sing That song to me

Irish Tonic

me da, I said to me da I'm not fit for soldier I said to me da, I said to me da, I said to me da I'm not fit for soldier I said to me da, I said to me da, I said to me da I'm not fit for soldier For the

The Pot & Kettle The Rumjacks

An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn'

IRISH GOODBYE Anne-Marie

like I barely knew you Or even had you to lose you You're makin' it worse, it's makin' me hurt I dive in head-first, you go in reverse Make me feel like I'm living a lie But, it would be nice without an

My Time Again The Rumjacks

My Daddy he were just a boy when he walked outta school His Mammy said there'd soon be one more hungry mouth to fill He said 'the learnin' and the schoolin' wurnae bad for them that could Tho' I can read

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral Bing Crosby

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. (verse) Over in Killarney, many years ago, My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low.

Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral Bing Crosby

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. (verse) Over in Killarney, many years ago, My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low.

Irish Goodbye Kacey Musgraves

Was I too much or was I a threat To the vision you had, that you hadn't found yet? I gave you some space, 'cause I wanted to see If I mattered enough, would you come back to me?

One Summers Day The Rumjacks

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call 'Cock a doodled Andy' Drank a pint o' 'truth be told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control

Zielona Gora The Rumjacks

A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus the Roman god of wine peers from every nook and crevice Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile You thief o hearts where were you all the while

Roll Away Alone The Rumjacks

Come pull up a stump with an angry young man I'll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand And I'll roll away alone, all alone Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day Oh I'll roll away and I'll

Irish Blues Maura O'connell

Do you love an apple, Do you love a pear, Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair?

Plenty The Rumjacks

Well I'm livin' with the mistakes I've made 'plenty more where I'm from' I'm robbin' peter so Paul gets paid 'plenty more where I'm from' I've strayed so far from the open road I've been places my shadow

Patron Saint O' Thieves The Rumjacks

A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin

Kathleen The Rumjacks

A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles

The Jolly Executioner The Rumjacks

It said his blade weighed half a tonne O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone With a whistle and thump yer dash were done And the axe cared not for who you were He kept a cell below the tower Where he signed

Les Darcy The Rumjacks

A man quizzes his local priest with a view to securing his eternal soul Tell me Father whats the craic Is Jesus really coming back And if he does d'ye think he'll live here in the 'burbs Cos id like to

The Reaper And Tam McCorty The Rumjacks

Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin

Blows & Unkind Words The Rumjacks

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t'ward me Come cease all yer rabble and row All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin' right through me And there's feck all so funny no never, no how Ye'd as well

Cathleen Phil Lynott

> A beautiful Girl A beautiful irish Girl A beautiful Girl Cathleen And if the song that I write is no good Won't you listen to it please anyway And if the words that I write are misunderstood Won't

아프락사스 Irish

mental Come on, Come on, Come on Check it up your mind, let's jump let's fly Check it up your mental Do it, Do it, Do it Oh, before my name is 싱클레어 두개의 세계에 살고 있지 우리의 낙인은 카인의 후예 Just now I'm the

Irish Blessing The Priests

May the road rise to meet you May the wind be ever at your back May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again May God hold you May God hold you ever

Irish Rover Santiano

And oh how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts She had twenty seven masts And they called her The Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels

Irish Rain Alannah Myles

hits my bones as they whisper your name I go out walking in the cold Irish rain Verse II: Fed up with the landlord comin' down my door With his poison gaze I've stared out his window and I've walked

irish son brain mcfadden

i was born in the heart of Dublin To a Holy book full of rules Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools We were warped by the Christian Brothers In the cell blocks at our schools

Irish Son Brian McFadden

I was born in the heart of Dublin To a Holy book full of rules Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools We were warped by the Christian Brothers In the cell blocks at our schools

Irish Joke Chumbawamba

Irish Joke 'Have you heard the one about the Irishman?'

Irish Goodbye Maria Taylor

Nonstop talk It's eleven o'clock There's a line coming out the door I'm not feeling it But I swore I'd go Thrift shop Rock a little light on a cock All the kids screaming out for more I'm not getting it

Irish Sea Margaret Becker

Irish Sea Margaret Becker, Tedd T., Too long I'm waiting Been waiting for a sign My dreams decaying Rusted here between the lines Oh crazy, truly I must be You never asked these things of me

Irish Rain Leaves' Eyes

Let the rain kiss you Wash away my pain A minute to keep silence Time to think and time to weep Irish rain It's the only thing I share with you tonight Irish rain lullaby Let the dark embrace you Like

Black Irish The Devil Makes Three

I'll be goin out tonight I don't care what I do I'll wake up in the mornin And I'm beaten black and blue I'ma feel tomorrow like a worn down pair of shoes The only point of this body here tonight is to

Irish Heartbeat Van Morrison

Irish Heartbeat Oh won't you stay Stay a while with your own ones Don't ever stay Stay so far from your own ones And the world is so cold Dont care nothing for your soul That you share with your

Irish Air Camel

Irish Air... In this quiet place I stand alone, from my homeland far away.

Irish Heartbeat Van Morrison, Mark Knopfler

Oh won't you stay Stay a while with your own ones Don't ever stray Stray so far from your own ones 'Cause the world is so cold Dont care nothing for your soul That you share with your own ones Don't rush

A Song Loudon Wainwright III

Here's a song For someone else to sing With a universal And generic ring It's all about the same old stuff That you like and can't get enough of How's about a minor chord right here Wasn't that rather

I Smell Trouble The Rumjacks

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble, come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor

Big Man Down The Rumjacks

They in their black battalion go Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill Through the wind and the blistering snow Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes The twist of a grin,