Here are the traditional lyrics to "Heritage!"

HERITAGE:

ONLY OUR RIVERS RUN FREE!:
When apples still grow in November,
When blossoms still bloom on each tree
When leaves are still green in December
It's then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys,
And still to my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
And only our rivers run free.

I drink to the death of her manhood
to those men who would rather have died
than to live in the cold chains of bondage
to win back their rights were denied
Oh where are you now when we need you
What burns where the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snows of last winter
And will only our rivers run free?

How sweet is life but we're crying
how mellow the wine, but we're dry
how fragrant the rose but it's dying
how gentle the breeze but it sighs
what good is in youth when it's aging
What joy in an eye that can't see
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And only our rivers run free.

When apples still grow in November,
When blossoms still bloom on each tree
When leaves are still green in December
It's then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys,
And still to my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
And only our rivers run free
.
A land that has never known freedom
And only our rivers run free.

 

THE IRISH DRAGOONS:
There once was a troop of Irish Dragoons
came marching down to Fife-e-0
The captain fell in love with a very bonnie lass
and her name it was called pretty Peggy-O.

Oh, come down the stairs pretty Peggy, my dear.
Oh come down the stairs pretty Peggy-O.
Oh, come down the stairs and comb back your yellow hair,
bid a fond farewell to your mommy-O.

I never did intend a soldier's wife to be,
I never will marry a soldier-O
I never did intend to go to a foreign land,
I never will marry a soldier-O

The colonol he cried "Mount. Mount boys Mount."
The captain he cried. "Tarry-O"
Oh, Tarry for a while, for another day or twa,
to see if this bonnie lass will marry-O

Ere long before we reached the streets of Ackerglass,
we had our young captain to carry-O.
And long before we reached the streets of Aberdeen,
we had our young captian to bury-O

Oh, green grow the birks in bonny Ethen-side
and low lie the lowlands of Fife-e-O
The captain's name was Ned and he died for the maid.
He died for the chamber maid of Fife-e-O.


BONNIE BESSIE LOGAN:
Bonnie Bessie Logan, She's handsome young and fair.
And Oh, the very wind that blows, lingers in her hair
She's lithesome young and lovely, as she comes ore the lee
But bonnie Bessie Logan, was Ah, too young for me

Bonnie Bessie Logan, The lads all knew her style
And all came on before her, to win her loving smile.
I fain would be among them, but ach, that canna be
For bonnie Bessie Logan, was ah, too young for me.

Bonnie Bessie Logan, She stole my heart awa
And when I think about her, the tears down softly fall
But now I lie here missing, until the day I dee
For bonnie Bessie Logan, was ah, too young for me.

Bonnie Bessie Logan, she's handsome young and fair
And Oh, the very wind that blows, lingers in her hair
She's lithesome, young and lovely, as she comes ore the lee
But Bonnie Bessie Logan, was ah, too young for me.
Yes,Bonnie Bessie Logan, was ah, too young for me.


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 the world he carried a hod.
You see he'd a sort o'the tipplin' way,
with a love for the liquor old Tim was born,
To help him on with his work each day,
he'd a "drop o' the crather" every morn

CHORUS:
Whack fol the da now, dance to your partner,
welt the floor your trotter's shake,
wasn't it the truth I told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake!

One mornin' Tim was rather full
his head felt heavy which made him shake,
He fell from a ladder, and he broke his skull,
they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
and laid him out upon the bed
with a gallon of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head

CHORUS:

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch, (LUNCH)
First she brought in tea and cakes,
then pipe tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see,
Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"
"Arrah hush your gob," said Paddy McGhee.

CHORUS:

Then Maggie O"Conner took up the job,
"Oh! Biddy, says she,your're wrong, I'm sure."
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
that left her sprawling on the floor,
Then the war did soon engage,
"twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shelelaigh law was all the rage,
and a civil war did soon begin,

CHORUS:

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head,
when a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim.
Tim revives see how he rises,
Timothy rising from the bed,
saying, "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes?
Thulam an dial - do you think I'm dead?"

CHORUS:/CHORUS: 2nd time faster


NANCY SPAIN:
Of all the the stars that ever shone,
not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes.
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat the wind gently blows and fills my sail.
Your sweet scented breath is everywhere.

CHORUS:
No matter where I wander I'm still haunted by your name.
The portrait of your beauty stays the same.
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've gone if you'll return again.
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain

Daylight peeping through the curtains of the passing night time is your smile.
The sun in the sky is like your laugh.
Come back to me Nancy, linger for just a little while.
Since you left these shores I know no peace nor joy.

CHORUS:

On the day in Spring when the snow starts to melt and streams to flow,
With the birds I'll sing to you a song.
In a while I'll wander down by bluebell grove where wild flowers grow,
And I'll hope that lovely Nancy will return.

CHORUS: CHORUS: Repeat last line of chorus again.

 

THE 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 bricks
for the grand city hall in New York.
We'd an elegant craft-She was rigged fore and aft
and how the trade winds drove her.
She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts
And we called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Roddy O'Gork who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
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 bails of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of pone
We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old tanned horses hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed seven years, when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two.
'Twas myself and the skipper's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock. O Lord what a shock
Nearly tumbled over - she turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned. (Audience:Sad dog sounds)
I'm the last of the Irish Rover.

 

SEVEN NIGHTS DRUNK:
When I came home on Monday night, as drunk as drunk can be.....
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door, where my old horse should be.
She said..........you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see.....
That's nothing but a milk cow, my mother sent to me.

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more...
But a saddle on a milk cow, sure I've never seen before.

When I came home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk can be.....
I saw a coat upon the hook where my old coat should be.....
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me.....
Who owns that coat upon the hood, where my old coat should be.
She said.......... you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see.....
That's nothing but a blanket, my mother sent to me

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.....
But buttons on a blanket, sure I've never seen before.

When I came home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk can be.....
I saw a hat upon the chair where my old hat should be.....
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me......
Who owns that hat upon the chair where my old hat should be.
She said...........you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see.....
That's nothing but a chamber pot, my mother sent to me

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more....
But a chamber pot sized 7 1/2, I've never seen before.

When I came home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk can be.....
I saw a pipe upon the desk where my old pipe should be.....
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me.....
Who owns that pipe upon the desk where my old pipe should be.
She said............you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see.....
That's nothing but a tin whistle, my mother sent to me.

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more...
But tobacco in a tin whistle, I've never seen before.

When I came home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk can be....
.I saw two boots beside the bed, where my old boots should be....
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me....
Who owns those boots beside the bed, where my old boots should be.
She said...........you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see......
That's nothing but geranium pots, my mother sent to me.

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.....
But laces on geranium pots, I've never seen before.

When I came home on Saturday night, as drunk as drunk can be....
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be.....
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me......
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be.
She said........ you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see.....
That's nothing but a statue, my mother sent to me.

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more....
But a statue blowing smoke rings, sure I've never seen before.

When I came home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk can be....
I saw a man running out the door at a little bit after three.....
I said to my wife, (Hey Wife), will you kindly tell to me.....
Who was that man running out the door at a little bit after three.
She said........ you drunken fool you silly old fool still you cannot see.....
That's just the tax collector, the crown has sent to me.

Well many a road I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.....
But an Englishman who can last all night, sure I've never seen before.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na nah!

 

THE FIELDS OF ATHENRY:
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
that our young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

CHORUS:
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams, songs to sing
It's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry.

By that lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling,
Nothing matters Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child in dignity .

CHORUS:

By a lonely harbour wall,
she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
Now she lives and hopes and prays
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry.

CHORUS: Repeat last 2 lines of chorus again.

 

BRENNAN ON THE MOOR:
Oh, it's of a brave young highwayman, this story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
It was on the Killworth mountains, he began his wild career
And many a wealthy noble man before him shook with fear

CHORUS
And it's Brennan on the Moor, Brennan on the Moor
Bold brave and undaunted, was young Brennan on the Moor

One day upon the highway, as Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashell, a mile outside of town
The mayor he new his features, and he said to him said he
"Your name is Willie Brennan, you will come along with me."

CHORUS

Now Willies wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie, she commenced to weep and cry
He said "Hand to me that ten penny," as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her coat

CHORUS

Now with that loaded blunderbuss, this story I'll unfold,
He made the mayor to tremble, and robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he with boots and saddle to the mountains did repair

CHORUS

Now Willie made his hide out upon the mountain high
With cavalry and infantry, to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn, until at last t'was said
By a false hearted woman he was sorely betrayed

CHORUS

They hung Willie at the crossroads, in chains he swung and died
But still they say that in the night, some do see him ride.
They see him with his blunderbuss, in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's highway rides Willie Brennan still.

CHORUS...CHORUS

 

THE FERRYMAN:
Oh, the little boats are gone from the breast of Anna Liffey
The ferrymen are stranded on the quay
Oh, the Dublin docks are dying, and a way of life is gone
And Molly, it was part of you and me.

CHORUS:
Where the strawberry beds sweep down to the Liffey
You'll kiss away the worries from my brow
I love you well today, I'll love you more tomorrow
If you ever loved me Molly, love me now.

It was the only job I knew, It was hard but never lonely
The Liffey ferry made a man of me
Now it's gone without a whisper, half forgotten even now
It's over, Molly, over, can't you see.

CHORUS:

So now I'll tend the yard, I'll spend my days in talking
I'll hear them whisper "Charlie's on the dole."
But Molly, we're still living, and darling we're still young
And the river - it never owned me heart and soul.

CHORUS: CHORUS:

 

AN ALSATION ONCE AGAIN: (Words by Dublin Satirist Dermot Morgan)
The Ultimate Martyr Song:
Spoken........
Many songs have been written about Emmett, Pearce and Tone
But noone knows that Son of Ireland who loved to chew a bone.
A patriot so fearless, who fought doggedly for our nation
Not a Catholic or a Protestant, but a bloody big Alsation

Sung..........
Way back in 1920, when the troubles were real bad,
The Black and Tans were searching houses, driving people mad
Many Irish men and women lent a hand to help the cause
Here's the story of a hero, who lent a pair of paws.

And it was the - hand grenade that Fido hid for me
When the tans came round to search the house at tea
I said "Fido. Take this. Eat!" He thought it was a tin of meat
It was the hand grenade that fido hid for me.

The Blank and Tan's they searched the house, but not a thing was found.
They searched for guns and bullets, but they never searched the hound.
They mocked and scorned and jeered us, but their laughter ended soon.
When Fido just exploded and went PHFTTTTTTTT around the room.

And it was the - hand grenade that Fido hid for me
When the tans came round to search the house at tea
The Tans said "Scuse me mate, was that something your dog ate?"
It was the hand grenade that fido hid for me.

The Tans ran out in terror, Fido saved us one and all
So we looked at him as he lay there,
On the ceiling the floor and the wall.
Another martyr for Ireland,
by Britannia cruely slain
Someday up there I hope he'll be...........
an Alsation once again.

An Alsation once again. An Alsation once again
And Fido now in heaven will be.......... An Alsation once again

 

MAGGIE:
I wandered today, through the hills, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie
As we used to long long ago.
The green growth is gone from the hills, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung.
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are much slower than them.
My face is a well written page, Maggie
And time all alone was the pen.
They say we have outlived our time, Maggie
As dated as songs that we've sung.
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young.
When you and I were young.

 

WHATEVER YOU DO SAY NOTHING:
Chorus:
Whatever you do, say nothing, when you talk about you know what
For if you know who should hear you, you know what you'll get
They'll take you off to you know where, for you wouldn't know how long
So, for you know who's sake, don't let anyone hear you singing this song.

You all know what I'm speaking of, when I mention you know what
And I think it's very dangerous, to even mention that.
For the other ones are always near, although you may not see
And if anyone asks who told you that, please don't mention me.

CHORUS:

You all know who I'm speaking of, when I mention you know who
And if you know who should hear you, you know what he'd do.
So if you don't see me again, you'll know why I'm away
But if anyone asks you where I've gone, here's what you must say.

CHORUS:

Well that's enough about so and so, Not to mention such and such
I think I'd better end this song, I've already said to much
For the less you see and the less you hear
The less you'll go astray
And the less you think and the less you do
The more you'll hear them say.

CHORUS:

 

DUMBARTON'S DRUMS: (The term DRUMS refers to the bass bells in the tower at Dumbarton Castle, {Dumbarton, Scotland} which peal out over the water when they ring).....

Chorus:
Dumbarton's Drums, they sound so Bonnie
When they remind me of my Johhny
Such fond delight can steal upon me
When Johhny kneels and sings to me.....

Across the fields of bloomin heather
Dumbarton tones the hour of pleasure
A song o' love that has no measure
When Johnny kneels and sings to me.

Chorus:
Dumbarton's Drums, they sound so Bonnie
When they remind me of my Johhny
Such fond delight can steal upon me
When Johhny kneels and sings to me.....

It's he alone, who doth delight me
His rov'n eye it doth excite me
And when his tender arms enfold me
The blackest night, can turn and flee.

Chorus:
Dumbarton's Drums, they sound so Bonnie
When they remind me of my Johhny
Such fond delight can steal upon me,
When Johhny kneels and sings to me.....
When Johhny kneels and sings to me....
When Johhny kneels...... and kisses me!

 

THE MERRY PLOUGHBOY:
Oh I am a merry ploughboy, and I plough the fields all day
Til a sudden thought came in my head, that I should run away.
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
So I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.

CHORUS:
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash
To the rattle of a thompson gun.

I'll leave behind my pick and spade, I'll leave behind my plow
I'll leave behind my horse and yoke, I'll no longer need them now.
I'll take my Sharp's revolver, and my bandaleer also
And with my comrades by my side, I'll fight the foreign foe.

CHORUS:

I'll leave behind my Mary, she's the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she'll think on me when she hear's the rifles roar
And when this war is over, and our dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to a church to wed, and a rebel's wife she'll be.

CHORUS:

Now some men fight for silver, and some men fight for gold
But the IRA is fighting for, the land the Saxon stole.

CHORUS: CHORUS:

 

GALWAY BAY:
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
then maybe at the closing of your day,
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claidae
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.

Just to hear again the rippling of the trout stream
the women in the meadows making hay.
And to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the barefoot gasoons at their play.

For the breezes blowing o're the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow.
And the women in the upland digging praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways,
And blamed us for being what we are,
But they might as will go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there's going to be a life here after
And somehow I am sure there's going to be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea.

 

CHILDREN BORN OF HATE:
Come and sit my little son upon your daddy's knee,
You're almost 10 and your growing up In a land so wild and free
You asked me just this afternoon About the land we left far behind
And why we left old Ireland, It's always on my mind.

For over here a little boy can grow to be a man
Without the ignorance or the fear That strives throughout our land.
Where little boys just the age of you Are taught for to kill and to maim
Oh God help them what will they become In a land that's gone insane.

Instead of playing at the ball, they gather in the night,
For to play with toys of more deadly sort, Petrol bombs and gelignite
And if men must vent their hatred, Why must they teach their sons,
To be just like them, I hate to say it, Our nations race is run.

Now Jesus said to let all the little children come to him,
But the Devil's got them jumping And I fear he's bound to win
For everyone there of course is right And it seems it's just to late
For to save the future you have to save The children born of hate.
Yes, to save the future you have to save The children born of hate.

 

THE WEE FOLK: © Copyright 1990 Shamrocks In The Wind (Karol & John Diehnel)
Deep in the forest under a tree There they dwell where not a soul can see
Hush & listen to their song Wee folk dance the whole night long
And as they dance they sing diddely dee

Dee dee dee dee dee didely dee Dee dee dee dee dee didely dee
Hush & listen to their song Wee folk dance the whole night long
And as they dance they sing didely dee

Little feet dancin' round the tree Little folk as happy as can be
Arm & arm - heel & toe Round in a circle & away they go
Dancin' to the music of the bummblebee

Arm & arm - heel & toe Round in a circle & away they go
Dancin' to the music of the bummblebee

Little hammer tappin'n on a shoe Little hand brushin' on the glue
Tap tap here - tap tap there Little shoes for them to wear
All night long you'll here that tap tap too
Tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tee Tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tic tee
Tap tap here - tap tap there Little shoes for them to wear
All night long you'll here that tap tap too

Deep in the forest under a tree Wee folk play'n hide from you & me
Quick as a wink behind a stump Down in the hollow they slide with a thump
Listen and you'll here didely dum

Dee dee dee dee dee didely dum Dee dee dee dee dee didely dum
Quick as a wink behind a stump Down in the hollow they slide with a thump
Listen and you'll here didely dum

Deep in the forest under a tree There they dwell where not a soul can see
Hush & listen to their song Wee folk dance the whole night long
And as they dance they sing diddely dee

Dee dee dee dee dee didely dee (Repeat quieter and quieter)

 

Shamrocks In The Wind© Copyright 1989

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