Category: Lyrics

Whisky Rye Lyrics by John Keys, music by Beltaine Whisky Rye for Jenny’s daughters got to fight the cold. Whisky Rye for Jenny’s daughters got to fight the cold. Pickin’ cotton ain’t no way to keep eight children fed each day, Whisky Rye for Jenny’s daughters got to fight the cold. At three and twenty years…

Lighten Up! Lyrics by John Keys, music by Fiddler’s Green Lighten up, you bastards, lighten up, (Póg mo thóin!) Lighten up, you bastards, lighten up,  Life’s to short to be an ass, take a breath, this too shall pass. Lighten up, you bastards, lighten up! In this life, we’re trying to get by, Go to work,…

Star of the County Down Traditional   In Banbridge Town in the County Down one morning last July From a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by She looked so sweet from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut brown hair Such a coaxing elf…

The Pig Latin Whiskey Song Lyrics by Brian Baker, music by Beltaine As I rove, I find a world of contradiction, of beauty paired with fiction in the land All these lies, sowed by clever use of diction, by kings and politicians to divide But I know, we can unify the masses, with simple words…

Mercy Lyrics by Brian Baker, music by Beltaine   Follow me down to the bottom of the hill where pine trees hold the smell of slop and alcohol A lean-to hides the barrels and the still that I love best and on the roof my dog Mercy settles in for her morning rest   One…

Mari Mac                                      Well there is a young lass, her name is Mari Mac Make no mistake she’s the girl I’m gonna track And lots of other fellas try to get her on her back But I’m thinking that they’ll have to get up early  Mari Mac’s mother’s…

Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu you gay Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For it’s we’ve received orders for to sail for old England But we hope in a short time to see you again We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors We’ll rant and we’ll roar all across…

The Night Paddy Murphy Died Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I’ll never forget Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain’t got sober yet As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin’ gay O’Leary came with the bagpipes some music for to play   …

Jamie Raeburn’s Farewell My name is Jamie Raeburn, in Glasgow I was born My place and habitation I’m forced to leave in scorn From my place and habitation, I must gone awa Far from the bonnie hills and dales o’ Caledonia It was early on one morning, just by the break of day The turnkey…

The Green and Red of Mayo   Oh the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still. It’s soft and craggy bog lands, its tall majestic hills. Where the ocean kisses Ireland and the waves caress its shore. And the feeling it came over me, to stay forever more, forever more.     From its rolling  costal waters, I can see Croagh Patrick’s…