Last night as I laid dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with the wind And next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancilhill Beyond the twenty-third of June, the day before the fair When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assemble there The young and...Learn More

Twas down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I When Arm-ed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that "small nations might be free" And we see lonely graves are...Learn More

Well in the merry month of June from my house I started Left the girls of Tuam and nearly broken-hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' over...Learn More