Lyrics for St.
Patrick's Day Songs
Irish Songs
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An Irishman's Dream
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Sure I've roamed this wide world over
But of all the lands I've seen
There's no spot I'd rather dwell in
Than my little isle of Green
Only last night I was dreamin'
Of a sight that thrilled me through
But what I saw I'll see no more
'twas too good to be true.
Sure the shamrocks were growing on Boadway
Every girl was an Irish colleen
The town of New York was the county of Cork
All the buildings were painted green
Sure the Hudson looked just like the Shannon
Oh, how good and how real it did seem
I could hear me mother singin', sweet Shannon bells ringin'
'twas only an Irishman's dream
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Reilly's Daughter
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As I was sitting by the fire, Talkin' to Old Reilly's daughter
Suddenly a thought came into my mind I'd like to marry Old Reilly's daughter
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Giddy I-ay Giddy I-ay Giddy I-ay
For the one eyed Reilly
Giddy I-ay ( Bang Bang Bang )
Play it on your old Bass drum
Reilly played on the big bass drum, Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright red glittering eye, Kept that eye on his lovely daughter
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Her hair was black and her eyes were blue, The colonel, the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant, the private and the drummer boy to, but they never had a chance with old Reilly's daughter
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I got me a ring and a parson too, got me a scratch in a married quarter
Settled me down to a peaceful life, Happy as a king with old Reilly's daughter
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Suddenly a footstep on the stairs, who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter
With two pistols in his hands, looking' for the man who married his daughter
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I caught old Reilly by the hair, Rammed his head into a pail of water
Fired his pistols into the air, an damned sight quicker then I married
his daughter
( Chorus )
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Irish Rover
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In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of brick
For the grand city hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft that was rigged fore and aft
And how the trade winds they drove her =
She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from county Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best silo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of Porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horse's hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed several years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost her way in the fog
And the whole crew was reduced down to two
Twas myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock , O'Lord what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
Turned nine time around , then the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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