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Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has
taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street with an
independent air
And then it's down by Summerhill and as the people
stare
She says it's nearly half past one and it's time I
had another little one
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Long years ago when men were men and fancied May
of Long
Or lovely Becky Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong
One woman put them all to shame, just one was
worthy of the name
And the name of that dame was Dicey Reilly
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
But time went catching up on her like many pretty
ones
It's after you along the street before you're out
the door
Their balance vague, their looks all fade, but out
of all that great brigade
Still the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup
Poor aul Dicey Reilly she will never give it up
It's off each morning to the pub
And then she's in for another little drop
Ah, the heart of the rule is Dicey Reilly
I met my love by the gasworks
wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smokey wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I'm going to make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
'Twas down by the Glenside I
met an old woman
A plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon
beamin'
On strong many forms, and on eyes with hope
gleamin'
I see them again sure through all my sad
dreamin'
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
Some died by the glenside, some died mid the
stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a
failure
But they stood by old Ireland and never feared
danger
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
I passed on my way, God be praised that I met
her
Be life long or short I will never forget her
We may have great men but we'll never have
better
Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
'Twas down by Anna Liffey,
my love and I did stray
Where in the good old slushy mud the sea gulls
sport and play
We got the whiff of ray and chips and Mary
softly sighed,
"Oh John, come on for a wan and wan
Down by the Liffeyside."
Then down along by George's street the loving
pairs to view
While Mary swanked it like a queen in a skirt
of royal blue;
Her hat was lately turned and her blouse was
newly dyed,
Oh you could not match her round the block,
Down by the Liffeyside
And on her old melodeon how sweetly could she
play.;
"Good-by-ee" and "Don't
sigh-ee" and "Rule
Brittanni-ay"
But when she turned Sinn Feiner me heart near
burst with pride,
To hear her sing the "Soldier's
Song",
Down by the Liffeyside
On Sunday morning to Meath street together we
will go,
And it's up to Father Murphy we both will make
our vow
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands and
we'll be soon outside
For a whole afternoon, for our honeymoon,
Down by the Liffeyside
Well, you've heard about
the Indians with their tommy hawks and
spears
And of the UN warriors the heroes of recent
years
Also I might mention the British Grenadiers
Well none of them were in it but the Dublin
Fusiliers
You've heard about the Light Brigade and of
the deeds they've done
And of the other regiments that many
vic'tries won
But the pride of all the armies, Dragoons
and Carabiniers
Was that noble band of warriors the Dublin
Fusiliers
With your left foot and right about face
this is the way we go
Charging with fixed bayonets the terror of
every foe
A glory to old Ireland as proud as
buccaneers
And a terror to Creation are the Dublin
Fusiliers
Well you've heard about the wars between the
Russians and the Brits
The sar' one day was reading an ould copy of
"Titbits"
And when the General came to him and threw
himself down in tears
"We'd better run back like blazes,
here's the Dublin Fusiliers"
The sar' commenced to tremble and he bit his
underlip
"Begorra boys!" says he, "I
think we'd better take the tip
The Devil's come from Dublin and to judge
from what I hears
They're demons of militia men, the Dublin
Fusiliers
With your left foot and right about face
this is the way we go
Charging with fixed bayonets the terror of
every foe
A glory to old Ireland as proud as
buccaneers
And a terror to Creation are the Dublin
Fusiliers
Well the Seargent cried: "Get ready
lads, lay down each sword and gun
Take off your shoes and stockings boys, and
when I tell yous, run"
They didn't stop but started and amidst
three ringing cheers
Came a shower of bricks and bullets from the
Dublin Fusiliers
The time that Julius Ceasar tried to land
down at Ringsend
The coastguards couldn't stop them, so for
the Dublins they did send
And just as they were landing, lads, we
heard three ringing cheers:
"Get back to Rome like blazes, here's
the Dublin Fusiliers"
With your left foot and right about face
this is the way we go
Charging with fixed bayonets the terror of
every foe
A glory to old Ireland as proud as
buccaneers
And a terror to Creation are the Dublin
Fusiliers
The night was dark, and
the fight was over,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street,
I stood alone, where brave men perished
Those men have gone, their God to meet.
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only,
The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and
Gold.
The first I met was a grey-haired father
Searching for his only son,
I said "Old man, there's no use
searching
For up to heaven, your son has gone".
The old man cried out broken hearted
Bending o'er I heard him say:
"I knew my son was too kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield".
The last I met was a dying rebel,
Bending low I heard him say:
"God bless my home in dear Cork City,
God bless the cause for which I die."
Death
Before Revenge
Unknown
Call me what you will and tell me what they say,
For tomorrow brings a new wind and the rain has gone away.
For within these walls I see the sun as it shines o’er the hill
Down into the valley and amongst the daffodils.
chorus
But when this war is over and I see your face again,
Then I’ll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge.
Now here we starve in prison to support our fellow men,
We’ve only a woollen blanket and a crucifix in our hand.
Yet the screws harass and give them hell but their spirits they cannot break,
Hold your chins up lads keep marching on, we don’t think she’ll leave it too late.
Bobby was the first to go, with Francis close behind.
People streamed onto the streets to have faith was not a crime,
And faith is what those men had when they chose to join our fight,
Their actions were political can’t those British see we’re right?
The days rolled by and two more died O’Hara and McCreesh,
Yet Thatcher chose to bite her lip, the toll was not to cease.
Still the barricades went up by day and the bullets hummed by night,
How much longer will they keep this path there is still no end in sight.
It’s a dreadful thing that those men joined our ranks of martyred brave,
That’s ten too many coffin nails and ten too many graves.
But if they’d only realised then Thatcher’ll mark us well,
They are ten more determined reasons for to brake out of this hell.
De Valera
Sean Brady
I remember the day De Valera he died
My father he just broke down and he cried
He wept like a baby for Dev was his pride
But I shed no tears it held me no fear
For a man of our time
Now dev was a hero at Easter ‘16
He held Boland’s mill for the orange and green
He was sentenced to die with Pearse and McBride
But his birth far away let him fight another day
Lucky man of our times
Chorus
He was loved he was hated he was cherished despised
There were rivers of tears when the chieftain he died
But love him or hate him I cannot decide
What to make of old Dev this man of our times
When I was in school Christian brothers were cruel
To live off the land to be scarce was the rule
And we fled in our droves to the emigrant boats
We weren’t free yet and we questioned respect
For a man of our time
My parents were poor and the cupboard was bare
You can’t feed a child on a dream or a prayer
But the boys in Dail Eirean got rich as we pined
They were led by the chief and we had no relief
from a man of our times
Chorus
Now Spain had it’s Franco and France it’s De Gaulle
We had our Dev and god rest his soul
But history will judge on the man form Bruree
De Valera’s lost dream a nation unfree
It’s the shame of our time
Chorus
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