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Favorite Songs || Irish Folk

The Boys of Wexford || Robert Dwyer Joyce I want no gold, my maiden fair/ To fly from home with thee./ Your shining eyes will be my prize, more dear than gold to me/ I want no gold to nerve my arm/ To do a true man’s part / To free my land I’d gladly give/ The red drops of my heart.

Come Out, Ye Black and Tans || Dominic Behan Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell/ When you fought them well and truly persecuted/ Where are the sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear/ When our leaders of sixteen were executed?/ Come out, ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man/ Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders/ Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away/ From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

The Foggy Dew || Canon Charles O’Neill Right proudly high over Dublin Town/ they hung out the flag of war/ ’Twas better to die ’neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar. / ... Twas England bade our wild geese go/ that small nations might be free./ Their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves/ or the fringe of the great North Sea./ Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side/ or fought with Cathal Brugha./ Their names we’d keep where the Fenians sleep/ ’neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

The Man From the Daily Mail || Peadar Mac Ghiolla Chearra Oh, the country is seething with sedition./ It’s Sinn Fein through and through/ All the people they are joining the the Provos/ and the password’s "Sinn Fein", too./ The IRA has sent me a time bomb in the mail/ So b’Jesus and begorrah, I’ll be getting out tomorrow/ said the man from the Daily Mail

The Men Behind the Wire || The Barleycorn Not for them a judge and jury/ Nor indeed a crime at all/ Being Irish means they’re guilty/ So we’re guilty one and all./ Round the world the truth will echo / Cromwell’s men are here again/ England’s name again is sullied/ In the eyes of honest men.

Óró, sé do bheatha abhaile || Traditional Welcome oh woman who was so afflicted/ It was our ruin that you were in bondage/ Our fine land in the possession of thieves... / And you sold to the foreigners!/ Gráinne Ní Mháille is coming over the sea/ Armed warriors along with her as her guard/They’re Irish themselves, not French nor Spanish/ And they will rout the foreigners!

Outlaw Rapparee || Traditional Let George or William only send/ his troops to burn or loot/ We'll meet them up on equal ground/ and we'll fight them foot to foot/ Lift your glasses friends with mine/ and give your hand to me/ I’m England's foe, I’m Ireland's friend/ I’m an outlawed rapparee.

Rising of the Moon || Traditional All along that singing river/ that black mass of men was seen/ High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green/ Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune/ And hurrah me boys for freedom ‘tis the rising of the moon.

Rock on Rockall || The Wolfe Tones This rock is part of Ireland/ For it’s written in folklore/ When Fionn mac Cumhaill took a sod of grass/ He threw it to the fore/ When he tossed a pebble across the sea/ Where ever did it fall/ For the sod became the Isle of Man/ Now the pebble’s called Rockall.

The Wind that Shakes the Barley || Robert Dwyer Joyce But blood for blood without remorse/ I’ve ta’en at Oulart Hollow/ And placed my true love’s clay-cold corpse/ Where I full soon will follow/ And round her grave I wander drear/ Noon, night and morning early/ With breaking heart whene’er I hear/ The wind that shakes the barley.

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