A maid going to Comber her markets to lend To win for her mammy three skeins of fine yarn She met with a young man along the highway That caused this young damsel to dally and stray Sit down beside me, I mean you no harm Sit down beside me, this new tune to learn Here are three guineas, allow me to pay So lay by your yarn 'til the next market...Learn More

You've heard of St. Denis of France Who was never much for to brag on You've heard of St. George and his lance Who killed the old heathenish dragon The saints of the Welshmen and Scots Are a couple of pitiful pipers And might just as well go to pot When compared to the patron of vipers St. Patrick of Ireland, my dear He sailed to the Emerald...Learn More

Let's drink all together In spite of the weather Lift up your glasses and drink with good cheer Soon we’ll be leavin' Let's have no more grievin’ But call all together for whiskey and beer (Whiskey and beer!) Of beer there's a bounty Throughout all this county But the best beer of all is the one in your glass The whiskey is flowin' It's beer it is...Learn More

When I was just a handsome maid, about age seventeen I enlisted in the infantry afore to serve the queen I enlisted in the infantry, a drummer boy to stand To hear the cannons thunder and the music oh so grand With-a me white cap and feather, likewise me rattle and drum Me learned me to play upon the rub-a-dub-a-dum With-a me gentle waist so...Learn More

Oh dear me, the mill is runnin' fast Poor we shifters canno' get no rest Shifting bobbins, coarse and fine They fairly make you work for your ten and nine Oh dear me, I wish the day was done Running up and down the pass is no fun Shiftin', piecin', spinning warp, weft and twine To feed and clothe my baby who's off of ten and nine Oh dear me, the...Learn More

As I went a walkin' One morning in May To view yon fair valleys And mountains so gay I was thinkin' on those flowers All doomed to decay As they bloom around Ye bonnie, bonnie Sliabh Gallon Braes I walked in the mornin' With my dog and my gun I like to go roamin' For joy and for fun But those days they are all over And I must go away So farewell...Learn More

Poor old Dicey Riley, she has taken to the sup Poor old Dicey Riley, she will never give it up It's off each morning to the pub Where she goes in for another little drop Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an independent air Then it's down by Summerhill, and as the people stare She says "It's nearly half...Learn More