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"

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.

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.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

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.

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!

A WALK IN THE IRISH RAIN

When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town
The colors last for hours, oh
The lights come on, the night's a song
And the streets all turn to gold.

A gentle mist all heaven kissed
Like teardrops off an angel's wing
Don't you know you'll cleanse your soul
With a walk in the Irish rain.

Cho: Oh, Katherine, take my hand
I've got three pounds and change
And I'll sing you songs of love again
And when I get too drunk to sing
We'll walk in the Irish rain.

Forever more I've stepped ashore
My sailing days are over, oh
Through time and tide and by your side
Together we'll grow old.

I threw my sea bag in the bin
And brought these pretty flowers home
Kiss me Kate, we'll celebrate
Before the bloom is gone.

A tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor
They all get together and they start to play
Time stands still while they sing their fill
They'll shout 'til the break of day.

A sweet little lady with a glass of stout
Sippin' it down 'til the foam runs out
She'll help her old man home again
With a walk in the Irish rain.

My Wild Irish Rose

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose

I'll Tell my Ma

I'll tell my ma, when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pull my hair and stole my comb,
And that's alright till I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Bellfast city,
She is courtin', one two three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
They rap at the door and ring at the bell,
Saying 'Oh my true love, are you well?'
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die,
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come pouring from the sky,
She's as nice as apple pie,
And she'll he own lad by and by,
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her Ma when she comes home,
Let them all come as they will,
But it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Next

Index

Table of Contents