Well I met her up on Leeson Street of a Tuesday afternoon In Summer's fallen colours, sulking back to school I asked her would she linger, and she asked
So go down witch, go down Go down witch, go down For tho' you are my sister And although you are my mother And my cousin and my lover Go down witch,
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills or heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night Upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather
I'm going away but I promise to return some day But if I don't, I promise to remember you And let us share a drink so that we can remember The way things
Well we altered the face of our city, yes we've often burned it down Is our union what we hoped for when our children hit the ground It's simply government
When I?m drunk I dream of you, when I?m dry its of you too. I have my clothes tucked in my bag, in case you do not want me back. And when I smile it
Oh and here we go again A broken bottle in my hand And our taxed joints crack and bend From our backs we rise and stand Oh and here we go again Our
Well on the Fourth of July 1806 We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand City Hall in New
Well, I've been there, seven drunken nights Uh hmm, I've been there seven drunken nights, seven drunken days Uh hmm Oh, as I went home on Monday night
Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around
Well, goodmornin' da, oh I'm in jail I don't need you to try for bail If I know ma, she'll scream and wail So just lock me up and throw away the keys
Well, it's three o'clock at the end of the day Well, it's three o'clock at the end of the day Well, it's three o'clock in the morning gray Well, I'm alone
Well although I've labored most of my days I truly enjoy the work But not too much I really must say On my roving I won't shirk Well everyone has
Well we had a mouse right in our house and were afraid to move But I'd never trade that time we spent huddled up in the front room No chill or rats
We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street Only because we just can't compete But in the concrete of our younger days We left our names, our names
Oh, when my granddad met with Patsy Cline He thought he'd have a wonderful time She stepped on his foot and he did pine I'm none the better for dancing
And there will be angels for you to see Ones who will love you, if you love them or not And you wont rely on fantasy, you'll be Strong enough to be And
Y'all's my greats, great My great, great granddad was a king A monarch stout and noble He surveyed this land so green And he said, "She's fair and humble