- School Days Over
School day's over come on then John,
Time to be getting your pit boots on,
On with your sark and moleskin trousers,
Time you were on you way,
Time you were learning the pit man's job,
And earning the pit man's pay.
Come on then Jim it's time to go,
- Song For Ireland
Walking all the day, near tall towers
where falcons build their nests
Siver winged they fly,
they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Saw Black Head against the sky
with twisted rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets, asked for more
- Springhill Mining Disaster
In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia
Down in the heart of the Cumberland Mine
There's blood on the coal and miners lie
In the roads that never saw sun or sky
Roads that never saw sun or sky
Down at the coal face the miner's working
Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade
- The Black Velvet Band
In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And the many an hour's sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
- the lifeboat Mona
Remember December fifty-nine
The howling wind and the driving rain
Remember the gallant men who drowned
On the lifeboat Mona was her name
The wind it blows and the sea roar's up
Beats the land with mighty waves
At St.Andrew's bay the lightship fought
- The Town I Loved So Well
In my memory I will always see
The town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the Gas-yard wall
And we laughed through the smoke and the smell
Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane
Past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days, in so many, many ways
In the town I loved so well
- Whiskey In The Jar
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
[Chorus:]
Musha ring dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
- Сome, me little son...
Come[C] my little[F] son and I will tell you what to[C] do,
Undress yourself and get[F] into bed and a[C] tale I'll tell to[Am] you
Its[C] all about your[F] daddy he's a[C] man you seldom [Am]see,
For he's[C] had to roam[F] away from home, away from[C] you and me.
[Chorus]
But remember lad he's still your dad,
Though he's working far away,