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It's A Great Day For The Irish
Danny Boy
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes... the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling,
Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
and all the valley's hushed and white with snow.
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I be dead, as dead I well may be.
Then come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
And you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.
My Wild Irish Rose
My Wild Irish Rose, The sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere,
But none can compare with my wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose, The dearest flower that grows.
And someday for my sake, She may let me take,
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
When Irish eyes are smiling Sure it's like a morning spring. In the
lilt of Irish laughter, You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, All the
world seems bright and gay. And
when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away. There's a tear in your eye,
and I'm wondering why, For
it never should be there at all. With such power in your smile, sure a stone you'd
beguile, So there's never a teardrop
should fall. When your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy song, And your eyes
twinkle bright as can be, You should
laugh all the while and all other times smile, And now smile a smile for me. Chorus: When
Irish eyes are smiling Sure it's
like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter, You can hear the angels sing. When
Irish hearts are happy, All the world
seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away.
I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf
Clover
I'm looking over a four leaf clover That I over-looked
before. One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain, Third is the roses that grows in the
lane. No need explaining the one
remaining Is somebody I adore. I'm looking over a four leaf clover That I over-looked
before!
HARRIGAN
H-A-Double R-I G-A-N spells Harrigan! Proud of all the Irish that's in me. Divil a
man can
say a word agin me! Oh, H-A-Double R-I G-A-N you see! It's the name, That no shame has
ever been connected
with It's a name that a shame never has been connected with.
The Unicorn
A long time ago when the Earth was green, There was more kinds of animals then you've
ever seen.
And they'd run around free while the world was being born. The loveliest of all was the
Unicorn! There was green alligators
and long necked geese, Hump back camels and chimpanzees. Cats and rats and elephants but
sure a you're born, The
loveliest of all was the Unicorn! But the Lord seen some sinnin' and it caused him pain.
He says, "Stand back, I'm gonna
make it rain. So hey, Brother Noah, I'll tell you what to do. Go and build me a floating
zoo." "You'll take two alligators
and a couple of geese, Two hump back camels and two chimpanzees. Two cats, two rats, two
elephants but as sure as
you're born, Noah, don't you forget my unicorns!" Well, Noah looked out through the
drivin' rain, But the unicorns was
hidin'-playin' silly games. They were kickin' and a-splashin' while the rain was pourin',
Oh them foolish unicorns. "So you
take two alligators and a couple of geese, Two hump back camels and two chimpanzees. Two
cats, two rats, two elephants
but as sure as you're born, Noah, don't you forget my unicorns." And the the ark
started movin' and it drifted with the tide,
And the unicorns looked up from the rock and cried. And the water cameup and sort of
floated them away, That's why
you've never seen a unicorn to this day. You'll see a lot of alligators and a whole mess
of geese, You'll see hump back
camels andchimpanzees. You'll see cats and rats and elephants butas sure as you're born,
You're never gonna see no unicorn.
That's An Irish Lullaby
Over in Killarney, many years ago, Me Mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and
low. Just a simple little ditty, in her good old Irish way. And I'd give the world if she
could sing that song to me this day. 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.
I'll Take You Home Again,
Kathleen
I'll take you home again, Kathleen, Across the ocean wild and wide To where your
heart has ever been Since first you were my bonny bride. The roses all have left your
cheek; I've watched them fade away and die. Your voice is sad when e'er you speak And
tears be-dim your loving eyes. Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen, To where your heart
will feel no pain. And when the fields are fresh and green I'll take you to your home
again.
Sweet Rosie O'Grady
Sweet Rosie O'Grady My dear little rose, She's my steady lady, Most everyone knows,
And when we are married, How happy we'll be, I love Sweet Rosie O'Grady, And Rosie O'Grady
loves me.
Galway Bay
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, Then maybe at the closing of your day, You
will sit and watch the moon rise over Glodagh, And see the sun go down on Galway Bay. And
if there's to be a life hereafter, And somehow I'm sure there's going to be, I will ask my
God to let me make my heaven, In that dear land across the Irish sea. Just to hear again
the ripple of the trout stream and the women in the meadows making hay, to sit beside the
turf fire in the cabin and watch the barefoot gossams (spelled phonetically) at their
play. For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland are perfumed by the heather as
they blow And the women in the upland diggin' tatties speak a language that the strangers
do not know. For the stangers came and tried to teach us their way. They scorned us just
for bein' what we are. But they might as well go chasin' after moon beams Or light a penny
candle from a star. And if there's to be a life hereafter, And somehow I'm sure there's
going to be, I will ask my God to let me make my heaven, In that dear land across the
Irish sea.
Sidewalks of New York
Eastside, Westside, All around the town, The kids sand "Ring-a-Rosie,
Londonbridge is falling down." Boys and girls together, Me and Mamie O'Rourke,
Tripped the light fantastic On the Sidewalks of New York.
Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin's Fair City, where the girls are so pretty, 'Twas there I first met MY
sweet Molly Malone. She drove a wheel-barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying
"COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o!" A-live, alive-o! A-live, a-live-o!
Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o!" She was a fishing-monger, and
that was no wonder, For so was her father and mother before. They drove their
wheel-barrows thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying "COCKLES ANd MUSSELS, a-live,
a-live-o" She died of the fever, and nothing could save her, And that was the endof
sweet Molly Malone. But her ghost drives a barrow thro' streets broad and narrow, Crying
"COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o"
The Rose of Tralee
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains, The sun was declining beneath the
blue sea When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain That stands in the
beautiful vale of Tralee, She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet t'was not
her beauty along that won me. Oh, no! t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning That made
me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
Peg Of My Heart
Peg O'My Heart, I love you, We'll never part, I love you, Dear little girl, sweet
little girl, Sweeter than the Rose of Erin Are your winningsmiles endearin', Peg
O'MyHeart, your glances With Irish art entrance us, Come be my own, Come, make your home
in my heart.
Peggy O'Neil
If her eyesare blue as skies, That's Peggy O'Neil. If she smiling all the while
That's Peggy O'Neil. If she walkslike a sly little rogue- If she talks with a cute little
brogue- Sweet personality, full of rascality, That's Peggy O'Neil.
MacNamara's Band
Oh! Me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band. Although we're few in numbers
We're the finest in the land. We playat wakes and weddings And at ev'ry fancy ball, And
when we play to funerals We play the march from Saul. Oh! The drums go bang And the
crystals clang, And the horns they blaze away; McCarthy pumps the old bassoon While I the
pipes do play; And Hennessey Tennessee toootles the flute, And the music is somethin'
grand; A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band. Oh! My name is Uncle Yulius and From
Sweden I have come, To play with MacNamara's band And beat the big bass drum, And when I
march along the street The ladies think I'm grand They shout "There's Uncle Yuliius
playing with an Irish band." Oh! I wear a bunch of shamrocks And a uniform of green,
And I'm the funniest looking Swede that you have ever seen. There's O'Briens and Ryans and
Sheehans and Meehans They come from Ireland, But by Yimminy I'm the only Swede in
MacNamara's band.
A Little Bit Of Heaven
Sure, a little bit o' Heaven fell from out of the sky one day, And nestled on the
ocean in a spot so far away; And the angelsfound it, sure it looked so sweetand fair. They
said suppose we leave it, for it looks so peaceful there! So they sprinkled it with star
dust just to make the shamrocks grow; 'Tis the only place you'll find them, No matter
where you go; Then they dotted it with silver To make its lakes so grand, And when they
had it finished Sure they called it IRELAND!
Mickey
Mickey, pretty Mickey, With your hair a raven hue. In your smiling so beguiling,
There a bit of Killarney, Bit of the Blarney, too. Child-hood in the wildwood, Like a
mountain flow'r you grew. Pretty Mickey, pretty Mickey, Can you blame anyone for falling
in love with you?
Mother Machree
Sure, I love the dear silver That shines in your hair, And the brow that's furrowed
And wrinkled with care, I kiss the dear fingers, So toil worn for me, Oh, God bless you,
and keep you Mother Machree!
The Bowery
Oh, the night that I struck New York I went out for a quiet walk, Folks who were on
to the city say better by far that I take Broadway But I was out to enjoy the sights there
was the Bowery ablaze with lights, I had one of the Devil's own night I'll never go there
anymore. (Refrain) The Bow'ry, the Bow'ry They say such things, And they do strange
things, On the Bow'ry, the Bow'ry I'll never go there anymore. The Bow'ry, the Bow'ry They
say such things, And they do strange things, On the Bow'ry, the Bow'ry I'll never go there
anymore.
Clancy Lowered The Boom
Now Clancy was a peaceful man, if you know what I mean. The cops picked up the pieces
after Clancy left the scene. He never looked for trouble, that's a fact you can assume.
But never-the-less, when trouble would press, Clancy lowered the boom! Oh, that Clancy!
Oh, that Clancy! Whenever they got his Irish up, Clancy lowered the boom! O'Leary was a
fighting man, they all knew he was tough. He strutted 'round the neighborhood, a-shootin'
off his guff. He picked a fight with Clancy, then and there he sealed his doom. Before you
could shout "O'Leary, look out!" Clancy lowered the boom! Clancy left the barber
shop with tonic on his hair, He walked into the poolroom and he met O'Reilly there.
O'Reilly said "For goodness sakes, now do I smell perfume?" Before you could
stack your cue in the rack, Clancy lowered the boom! Mulrooney walked into the bar and
ordered up a round. He left his drink to telephone, and Clancy drank it down. Mulrooney
said "Who drunk me drink? I'll lay him in his tomb!" Before you could pat the
top of your hat, Clancy lowered the boom! O'Houlihan delivered ice to Misses Clancy's
flat. He'd always linger for a while, to talk of this and that. One day he kissed her just
as Clancy walked into the room. Before you could say the time of day, Clancy lowered the
boom! The neighbors all turned out for Kate O'Grady's weddin' night. McDoogle said
"Let's have some fun - I think I'll start a fight!" He wrecked the hall, then
kissed the bride and pulverized the groom. Then quick as a wink, before you could think,
Clancy lowered the boom!
How Are Things In Glocca
Morra?
How are things in Glocca Morra? Is that little brook still leaping there? Does it
still run down to Donny-cove? Through Killy-begs, Kilkerry and Kildare? How are things in
Glocca Morra? Is that willow tree still weeping there? Does that laddie with the twinklin'
eye Come whistlin' by and does he walk away, Sad and dreamy there not to see me there? So
I ask each weepin' willow And each brook along the way, And each lad that comes a
whistlin' Too-ra-lay How are things in Glocca Morra This fine day?
It's The Same Old Shillelagh
Sure IT's THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH Me Father brought from Ireland. And Divil a man
prouder than He, As He walked with it in his hand. He'd lead the band on Paddy's Day And
twirle it round his mitt And divil a bit we'd laught at it OrDad would have a fit Sure
with THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH Me Father could lick a dozen men As fastas they'd get up be
gorry, He'd knock'em down again And many's the time He used it on me To make me understand
THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH Me Father brought from Ireland.
Who Threw The Overalls in
Mrs. Murphy's Chowder?
Mrs. Murphy gave a party just about a week a-go, Everything was plentiful the
Murphy's they're not slow, They treated us like gentlemenwe tried to act the same, And
only for what happened well it was an awful shame. Chrous: Who threw the overalls in Mrs.
Murphy's chowder? Nobody spoke so we shouted all the louder, It's an Irish trick that's
true, But we'll lick the "mick" that threw The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's
chowder. When she dished the chowder out she fainted on the spot. She found a pair of
overalls at the bottom of the pot. Tim Nolan, he got rippin' mad. His eyes were bulging
out. He stood upon the piano and loudly he did shout. Chorus: They took the pants from out
the soup and laid them on the floor. Each man swore upon his life he ne'er seen them
before. They were plastered up with morter and were worn out at the knee. Only for what
happened then it was too plain to see. Chorus: When Mrs. Murphy she came to, she began to
cry and pout. She had them in the wash that day and forgot to take them out. Tim Nolan he
excused himself for what he said that night So we put music to the words and sang with all
our might. Chorus:
Mary It's A Grand Old Name
For it is Mary, Mary, plain as any name can be; But with propiety, society will say
Marie; But it was Mary, Mary, long before the fashions came, And there is something there,
that sounds so square, It's a grand old name.
The Parting Glass
Oh all the money that e're I spent, I spent it in good company. And all the harm that
e're I've done alas it was to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit To memory now
I can't recall. So fill to me the parting glass, Goodnight and joy be with you all, Oh all
the comrades that e're I had Are sorry now I'm going away. And all the sweethearts that
e're I had Would wish me one more day to stay. But since it falls unto my lot That I
should rise and you should not. I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Goodnight and joy be
with you all. If I had money enough to spend, And leisure time to sit awhile. There is a
fair maid in this town, That sorely has my heart beguiled. Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall. Then fill me with the parting glass, Good night and joy
be with you all.
Galway Bay (Parody)
Maybe some day I'll go back again to Ireland If my dear old wife would only pass away
She nearly has my heart broke with all her naggin She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay
See her drinking sixteen pints of pabst blue ribbon And then she can walk home without a
sway If the sea were beer instead of salty water She'd live and die in Galway Bay See her
drinking sixteen pints at Padgo Murphey's The barman says I think it's time to go Well she
doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic In a language that the clergy do not know On her
back she has tattooed a map of Ireland And when she takes her bath on Saturday She rubs
the sunlight soap around by Claddagh Just watch the suds flow down by Galway Bay.
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