The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
‚Hot –wire her with a pin’
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father’s laid

Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There were uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five o’clock in the evening
Every bastard there was pissed

Fare thee well going away
There’s nothing left to say
Farewell to New York city boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well – aimed clout
And was often heard to say
I’m a free born man of the USA

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh,
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds

For drink nor dice nor whores
And he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him off to war

Fare the well gone away
There’s nothing left to say
With a slainte joe and Erin go
My love’s in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish winde from far away
I’m a free born man of the USA

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
I’d come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill,
I told you I’d always love,
always did, and I always will

Fare thee well gone away
There’s nothing let to say
‚cept to adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
To big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I’m a free born man of the USA
I’m a free born man of the USA
I’m a free born man of the USA

My love is colder than black marble by the sea
My heart is older than the cold oak tree
I am the flash of silver in the sun
When you see me coming you’d better
Run…run…Run….

From Dearg Doom

You speak in whispers of the devils I have slain
By the fire of my silver Devil’s Blade
And still you dare to flaunt yourself at me
I don’t want you. I don’t need you
I don’t love you, can’t you see

I’m Dearg Doom
I’m Dearg Doom

And when the stars go out
You can hear me shout
„Two heads are better than none, one hundred heads are so much better than one“

I am a man who was born blind to pain
And, Iike a hawk, I’ll swoop and swoop again
I am the flash of Hawkeye in the sun
When you see me coming you’d better
run…run…run…

From Dearg Doom
From Dearg Doom

And when the stars go out
You can hear me shout
„Two heads are better than none, one hundred heads are so much better than one“

When the wind blows over that harbour wall
in our village by the sea
The years roll back and once again, your standing here with me,
I hear your voice, you call my name,
I turn once more and I see,
The love light shining in your eyes
Where it will always be.

Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till we meet once again
May the sun always shine upon your face
Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till this road meets its end
Then once more I will feel your warm embrace,

Will you sing to me, the spinning wheel, then stroll round Stephens green,
Walk once more, down Kilkenny streets and places you have been,
Will your laughter echo through all the years and the heartache you have seen,
Can we talk once more of better times and share once more a dream

Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till we meet once again
May the sun always shine upon your face
Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till this road meets its end
Then once more I will feel your warm embrace,
fare thee well………

Always torn between the distance and two shores,
I know how much that broke your heart.
I hope you found that peace that you were looking for,
In that light beyond the dark.

I hear your voice, as you call my name,
I turn once more and I see,
The love light shining in your eyes
Where it will always be

Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till we meet once again
May the sun always shine upon your face
Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till this road meets its end
Then once more I will feel your warm embrace

Fare thee well, lovely Ellen, till we meet once again
May the sun always shine upon your face
Fare thee well, lovely Ellen

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then, he sang a song,
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on the lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars
Big as bars
The’ve got rivers of gold
When the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old

When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome,
You were pretty,
Queen of New York City.
When the band finished playing

They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

And the boys of NYPD choir
Were singing „Galway Bay“
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It’s our last

The boys of NYPD choir
Were singing „Galway Bay“
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

I could have been someone.
Well so could anyone.
You took my dreams from me,
When I first found you.
I kept them with me babe,
I put them with my own,
Can’t make it all alone,
I’ve built my dreams around you.

The boys of NYPD choir
Were singing „Galway Bay“
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

I took a stroll down the old long walk
Of the day I-ay – I – ay,
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
On a grand soft day – I – ay.

And I ask you friends, what’s a fella to do ?
Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then, I’d be taking a whirl
Down the Salthill Prom with a Galway Girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
On the day, I – ay – I ay
She took me up to her flat downtown
On a grand soft day I – ay

And I ask you friends, what’s a fella to do?
Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand, and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway Girl

When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you friend, what would you do?
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue

See I’ve travelled around, I’ve been all over the world
Boys,
But I ain’t never seen nothing like a Galway girl – Hey !

Had my share of Palaces and the road that leads to hell,
Broke so many promises, on dreams I couldn’t sell.
A Vagabond or Troubadour, sometimes to hard to tell,
I tossed my coin and chased my dreams beyond the wishing well

But I never sold my independence, to no sinner on my way,
never bowed my head to satisfy demand,
I never owed my independence, to the sins of yesterday,
I never tried to make You understand,
I’m an „Independent Man“

Been alone in Paradise, with nowhere left to go
Put my faith in honesty, a friend I used to know
In every town I left behind, a love that failed to grow
The victim of no circumstance, I chose that fire below

But I never sold my independence, to no sinner on my way, never bowed my head to
Satisfy demand,
I never owed my independence to the sins of yesterday,
I never tried to make you understand,
I’m an „Independent Man“

My expectations always left me wanting more
I walked that road with no regret
I climbed each mountain and I opened every door
And All I ever asked for was respect
Cause I’m an „Independent Man“

I never sold my independence, to no sinner on my way, never bowed my head to satisfy demand,
I never owed my independence to the sins of yesterday, and I never tried to make you understand,

I never sold my independence, to no sinner on my way, never bowed my head to satisfy demand,
I never owed my independence to the sins of yesterday, and I never tried to make you understand,
I’m an „Independent Man“

Oh won’t you stay, stay awhile
With your own ones
Don’t ever stray
Stray so far from your own ones
This old world is so cold
Don’t care nothing for your soul
You share, with your own ones

Don’t rush away, rush away
From your own ones
Just one more day, one more day
With your own ones
Cause this old world is so cold
It don’t care nothing for your soul
You share with your own ones

There’s a stranger,
And he’s standing, standing at your door,
May be your best friend,
Might be your brother,
You may never know,

I’m going back, going back
To my own ones
Back to talk, talk awhile
With my own ones
Cause this old world is so cold
It don’t care nothing for your soul
That you share, with your own ones

This old world is so cold
It don’t care nothing for your soul
You share, with your own ones.

The night is young. ,n The music is loud
The bands playing on , to the waiting crowd
I see you there, standing on your own.
No time for hesitation
No time to be alone

Come on let’s dance
Let’s get out of control
To the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the Irish Soul

Come on let’s dance
Before the night gets old
Let it loose, let it roll
Into the Irish Soul

The bands getting louder, the beat moves on
I’m holding you closer, with every song
Listening to your heart, beating double time,
Before the night is over, gonna make you mine

Come on let’s dance
Let’s get out of control
To the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the Irish Soul

Come on let’s dance
Before the night gets old
Let it loose, let it roll
Into the Irish Soul

Why wait any longer for this moment to begin, we both know that it’s right.
Why wait any longer when It’s time to let me in
Come on, make it happen, tonight

Come on let’s dance
Let’s get out of control
To the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the Irish Soul

Come on let’s dance
Before the night gets old
Let it loose, let it roll
Into the Irish Soul

To the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the Irish Soul
To the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the Irish Soul
To the beat of my heart and the rhythm of the Irish Soul

In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lannigan battered away till he hadn’t a shilling

His father died and made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of land

Myself to be sure, I got invitations, for all the boys and girls I might ask,

Having been asked, my friends and relations, they danced like bees around a sweet cake

Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long month doing nothing at all.
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball
She stepped out, I stepped in again. I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out, I stepped in again. Learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball

There was lashings of drink, wine fort he ladies, potatoes and cake, bacon and tea
Nolans and Dolans, alle the O Grady’s, courting the girls and dancing away.

Songs went round as plenty as water, the harp that once sounded through Tara’s old hall

Biddie Grey and the rat catchers daughter, singing together at Lannigan’s Ball

Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long month doing nothing at all.
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball
She stepped out, I stepped in again. I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out, I stepped in again. Learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball

In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted, God though her cheeks were as red as a rose

The boys all said, they were sure she was painted, she’d taken a small drop too much, I suppose.

Her boyfried Ned Morgan, powerful and able, when he saw his darling stretched out by the wall.

Tore the left leg from und the table and battered the Chaneys at Lannigan’s Ball

Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long month doing nothing at all.
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball
She stepped out, I stepped in again. I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out, I stepped in again. Learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball

Boys oh boys tis then there was ructions, I got a belt from Phelim McHugh

I replied to his introduction and kicked up a terrible hullabaloo

Maloney the piper was near getting smothered, they leapt on his pipes, bellows, chanter and all.

Boy and girls, they all got entangled and that put an end to Lannigan’s Ball

Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long month doing nothing at all.
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball
She stepped out, I stepped in again. I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out, I stepped in again. Learning to dance for Lannigan’s Ball

A holiday, a holiday
the first one of the year
Lord Donald’s wife came into church
Some Gospel for to hear

And when the meeting it was done
She took a look around
There she saw little Matty Groves
Walking in the crowd

Come home with me little Matty Groves
Come home with me tonight
Come home with me little Matty Groves
And sleep with me „til light“

I can’t come home, I won’t come home
I can’t come home for my life
For I can tell by the rings on your fingers
That you are Lord Donald’s wife

Well its true I am Lord Donald’s wife
But Lord Donald he’s not at home
He’s out in the far cornfields,
Bringing the yearlings home

Well Matty Groves he lay down
And he took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Donald
Was standing at this feet

Saying „How do you like my feather bed?
And how do you like my sheets?
And how do you like my lady fair
Who lies in your arms asleep?“

„Oh well I like your feather bed
And well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady wife
Who lies in my arms asleep“.

„Well, get up! Get up!“ Lord Donald cried
„Get up as quick as you can!
And let it never be said in fair Ireland
That i slew a naked man“

„I can’t get up, I won’t get up
I can’t get up for my life!
For you have two fine beaten swords
And I’ve but a pocket knife“

„Well It’s true I have two beaten swords
And they cost me deep in the purse.
„But you shall have the better of them
And I shall have the worse“

„And you will strike the very first blow
and strike it like a man!
And I will strike the very next blow
And I’ll kill you if I can“
I’ll kill you if I can

When Matty struck the very first blow
And he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donal struck the very next blow
And Matty struck no more

And then Lord Donald he took his wife
And he sat her upon his knee
Now Who do you like the better of us,
little Matty Groves or me?“

Then Lord Donalds wife did speak,
And never heard speak so free
„I’d rather kiss dead Matty’s lips
than your’s in your finery“

Then Lord Donald he jumped up
And loudly he did bawl
He drew his sword and pinned his wife
To the back of a wall
To the back of a wall

„A grave, a grave!“ Lord Donald cried
„To put these lovers in!
But bury my lady at the top
For she was of noble kin.“

My young love said to me my father won’t mind
And my mother won’t slight you for your lack of kind
Then she moved closer to me and this she did say
It will not be long till our wedding day

Then she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and go there
Then she made her way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake

Last night she came to me, she softly crept in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
Then she lay her hand on me and this she did say
It will not be long long long love till our weeding day

Adieu to you my Dinah, ten thousand times adieu
We’re going away from the Holy Ground and the girls that we love true
We will sail the salt sea over and then return for sure
To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more

Adieu to you my Dinah, ten thousand times adieu
We’re going away from the Holy Ground and the girls that we love true
We will sail the salt sea over and then return for sure
To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more

Fine girl you are!
You’re the girl I do adore
And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!

And now the storm is raging and we are far from shore
The good old ship is tossing about and the riggin’ is all tore

And the secret of my mind, my love, you’re the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more

Fine girl you are!
You’re the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!

And now the strom is over and we are safe and well
We’ll go into a Public House and we’ll sit and drink like hell,
We will drink strong ale and porter and we’ll make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more

Fine girl you are!
You’re the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
Fine girl you are!

Fine girl you are!
You’re the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more

A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing
All the mice were squealing in my prison cell
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

To begin the morning the screw was bawling
‚Get up you bowsie and clean up your cell’
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was peeping
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal
And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women
And among them, I wish I did dwell
Then the old triangle could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
All along the banks of the Royal Canal