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| Irish Song Lyrics for St. Patrick's Day Parties |
You'll find a variety of Irish songs here including Fiddler's Green, Harrigan, How Are Things in Glocca Morra, I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover, Irish Lullaby and Irish Rover.
Enjoy these lyrics and have a Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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Fiddler's Green
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I saw an old fisherman singing a song
"Won't you take me away boys my time is not long
Chorus:
Chorus
Wrap me up in my oil skin jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go when they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
Chorus
When you get on the docks and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and Lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there's bottles of Rum growin from every tree
Chorus:
Now I don't want a harp nor a Halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song
Chorus:
Harrigan
H-A-Double R-I
G-A-N spells Harrigan!
Proud of all the Irish that's in me.
Divil a man can say a word agin me!
Oh, H-A-Double R-I
G-A-N you see!
It's the name,
That no shame has ever been connected with
It's a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that's me!
How Are Things in Glocca Morra
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny-cove?
Through Killy-begs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie with the twinklin' eye
Come whistlin' by and does he walk away,
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow
And each brook along the way,
And each lad that comes a whistlin'
Too-ra-lay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?
I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I over-looked before.
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grows in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I over-looked before!
Irish Lullaby
Over in Killarney, many years ago,
Me Mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty, in her good old Irish way.
And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby.
Irish Rover
In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of brick
For the grand city hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft that was rigged fore and aft
And how the trade winds they drove her =
She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from county Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best silo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of Porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horse's hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed several years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost her way in the fog
And the whole crew was reduced down to two
Twas myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, O'Lord what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
Turned nine time around, then the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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