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Oh, I won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain
With Fitz Patrick, Murph Ash and the Wimp's gang
I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole
When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing
And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick and hod
So a Paddy might no hell above the ground
I've had ganger's big and tough
Tell me tear that hole out rough

The balalaika rings silent from Minsk to Red Square
The cortege assembles to bury the bear
Nadia Rostropovich looks on in despair
With Irina, Catharina and Olga

And quietly remembering her brother Ivan
Shot in the back in Afghanistan
The Stalinist purges, the snowy white grave

In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen
The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The women working and children starving
Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
Seventy hours was his weekly chore
He asked for little and less was grante
Lest given little then he'd ask for more

I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In Castletown conners I'm very well known.
In Newcastle West I spent many a note,
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake,
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways,
I ne'er could forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus fágaimíd siúd mar atá sé.

Once in the dear dead days beyond recall .
When on the world the mists began to fall
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts love sung an old sweet song .
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam
Softly it wove itself into our dream

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low

Ballad composed by Eric Bogle

Now when I was a young man I carried my pack
And lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's Green Basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said "Son,
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done."

By Shane MacGowan (1995)

I walked today on the cold grey shore
where I watched when I was much younger
while they built the dunes upon the sand
for the dead from the Great Hunger
for the dead from the Great Hunger.

Jenny, my own true loved one,
I'm going far away,
Out on the bound'ring* billows,
Out on the deep blue sea.
How I will miss you, my darling,
There where the storm's raging high,
Cheer up and don't be lonely,
Wait till the clouds roll by.