Far away

It's been hours since midnight but I don't care too much
The waterpump is pulsing spittin' out the mud
The roaring cats are tearing last bunch of flash and bones
And I just stare at nowhere loosing time and kicking stones

Then in rotten lousy caffee the old man starts to talk
Agonizing heavily, pretends that he can walk
Through the smoke of dusty morning i'm listenin' raven's yell
Mailin' from my memory those words I learned so well

Chorus:
Far away, far away,
You're so far away from me but I'll be back one day

Sometime ago we sailed away accross the big blue sea
We thought that new world's braver, that better we will be
The sun is always brighter on the other side
But heart and soul, I left at home, committed suicide

I remember when we parted the signs on sky were mean
Mars and moon collided, thus sad I've never been
I promised I'll be writing and for you I will pray
The words were floatin' in my head, for the first time I did say

And now it is much easier, my mind has gone somewhere
I don't have to think about how this life is no fair
While the breezy wind is blowin' I'm burnin' like a spark
I'm the last one who waits to see the rainbow in the dark

Tonight I will be drunk to hell as every other day
And I'll go home imaginin' my unknown hidden way
In the deepest heart of nowhere swallowin' potato pies
I'm waitin' to be cracked at last so sick and tired of lies

Finnegan's wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd.
He had a brogue so rich and sweet, and to rise in a world he carried a hod.
With time in a bit of a timeless way, with a love of liquor he was born,
And to help him on his way each day he'd a drop o' the craytur ev'ry morn.

Whack fol da now dance to your partner round the floor your trotters shake.
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.

One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake.
He fell off the ladder and broke his skull, so they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet and a bottle of porter at his head.

His friends assembled at the wake and missus Finnegan called for lunch,
Then they brought him tea and cake, pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy Malone began to cry, such a nice clean corps did ever see
Arrah! Tim avourneen why did you die with a love of your gabs at Molly Magee.

Mary murphy took the job, old Biddy is he wrong I'm shure.
Biddy gave her a belt on the gob and she left sprawling on the floor.
Each side in war did soon engage, "twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh-law was all the rage, and a row and a ruction soo began.

Tim Maloney raised his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him.
He dropped and landed on the bed. The whiskey scattered over Tim.
I'll be dead if see how he raises, Timothy raisin' in the bed,
seeing planty of whiskey 'rond the places with a tour of gin that I think I'm dead.

Foggy dew

'Twas down the glen one Eastern morn to a city fair rode I,
When Ireland lines of marching man in squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hun no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo,
Just the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin Town they flung out the flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky, than at Suvla or Sud El Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong man came hurrying through
While britannia's huns with their long range guns sailed sailed in through the foggy dew.

'Twas england bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the gray north sea.
But should they died by Pearse's side or fought with Valera true,
their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'neath the mounts of of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell and the solemn bell rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze all those fearless men and true,
Who bore the fight so that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew.

Green roses

At the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way
The shadow of knight waited to see the bright light of the day
Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain
The river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

The green roses will grow
While green fields turn to red
Only memory remains
Of hero and his faith

He just stood and he stared with a sword in his hand
Under the bridge of rainbow's gold he fought for his land
The black crow stole his destiny and flew from the cross
Flyin' high, goin' so far to take his soul away

Hidden corner

Sometimes I feel
That I’m not belonging here
In this world of pain and sorrow
But I know that I have to carry on

From time to time
I know it isn’t crime
To feel the way I feel
But the life is hard and real

A hidden corner on an empty street
A pound of bread an’ a peace of meat
A bottle of whiskey an’ I pint of beer
That is all I need

Irish rover

On the 4th of July 1806, we set sail form the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the Grand City Hall in New York
‘twas wonderful craft she was rigged for and aft and, oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts and twenty seven masts and they called her the Irish rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, we had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, we had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs and six million dogs, seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goat’s tales in the hold of the Irish rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, there was Hogan from county Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work and a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O’Toole always drunk as a rule and fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Benn was the skipper of the Irish rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost it’s way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two, just myself and the captain’s old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh, Lord, what a shock, the bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned and the last of the Irish rover

 I`ll tell me ma

I'll tell me Ma when I go home the boy's won't leave the girls alone.
They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb, that's all right till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty, She is the bell of BELGRADE CITY,
She is courtin' one, two, three, please won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney say's he loves her, all the bhoys are fightin' for her.
Knock at the door and ring at the bell : "Oh, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray say's she will die if you don't get the fella with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high. Snow come tumbling from the
sky.
She's as nice as apple pie, she will get him by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own, she won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will, for it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Jar of porter

If you want your child to grow, give'em a jar of porter.

When I was young in cradle cake, no drop of milk no would I take,
Daddy gave me heady steak, gimme a jar of porter.

When I'm dead an' in my grave, I hope a prayer for me you'll say,
and as you passes by the tule, give me a jar of porter.

And when I reach the golden gate, I hope I'll not a long to wait,
I'll call St. Peter sad and say : "Give me a jar of porter !!!".

Leads me on

It's the end of the day, it's quiet everywhere
The sun is fallin' down and goin' somewhere
In the last darkened view tell me what comes to you
Is it ghost of evil or the Angel light

While I'm feelin' all the pain
I am howlin' in the rain
The rain of tears that washed my sins
And leads me on and leads me on and leads me on ...

I remember that I walked through the gates that were locked
With optimistic thoughts upon my mind
But some day found me lost, I payed too much overcost
I lost my wings and my faith in you

In the dead of the night, there's no fear, there's no fright
We'll be together, You're in my dreams
There's no sign of the light, just my soul is burnin' bright
Hear the song and fly with me

Loch Lomond

Beyon' bonny banks and beyon' bonny braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
For me and my true love will never meet again,
On a bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Oh, you'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
I'll be in Scotland afore you,
For me amd my true love will never meet again,
On a bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in soft purple hue the highland hills we wiew,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

The wee bird may sing when the flowers are in spring,
And in sunshine the waters be sleeping,
But broken heart it cans no second spring again,
Thoe the waefu mae seas all their greetings