Irish Songs
IT'S THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH
Fifty years ago me father left old Erin's shore,
He landed here shillelagh in hand and divil a penny more.
He got a job, then got a wife, and then a family
And then he died and left his old shillelagh stick to me.
Sure It's The Same Old Shillelagh me father brought from Ireland
And divil a roan was prouder than he
as he walked with it in his hand.
He'd lead the band on Paddy's day and
twirl it 'round his mitt
And divil a bit we'd laugh at it or
dad would have a fit.
Sure with the same old Shillelagh me father could lick a dozen men;
As fast as they'd get up, begorry, he'd knock 'em down again
And many's the time he used it on me to make me understand....
The same old Shillelagh me father brought from Ireland.
DID YOUR MOTHER COME FROM IRELAND
Did your mother come from Ireland
Cause there's something in you Irish
Will you tell me where you got those Irish eyes
And before she left KilLarney
Did your mother kiss the Blarney
Cause your little touch of brogue you can't disguise.
Oh, I wouldn't, be romancing
I can almost see you dancing
While the Kerry Pipers play
Sure and maybe we'll be sharing
In the Shamrock you'll be wearing
On the next St. Patrick's day
Did your mother come from Ireland
Cause there's something in you Irish
And that bit of Irish steals
My heart away.
MACNAMARA'S BAND
My name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
And tho' we're small in number we're the best in all the land!
Oh! I am the conductor and we often have to play
With all the best musicaners you hear about today.
The drums go bang, the cymbals clang,
the horns will blaze away
McCarthy puffs the ould bassoon, while
Doyle the pipes will play;
Oh! Hennessy Tennessy tootles the flute,
My word, 'tis something grand.
Boys, a credit to ould Ireland
Is MacNamara's band!
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la,
Tra- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la
Tra-la-la-La-La-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la!
Whenever an election's on we play on either side
The way we play our fine ould airs fills Irish hearts with pride.
If poor Tom Moore was living now, he'd make yez understand
That none could do him justice like ould MacNamara's Band.
The drums go bang,
the cymbals clang,
the horns will blaze away.
MacCarthy puffs the ould bassoon while Doyle the pipes will play.
Oh! Hennessy Tennessy tootles the flute,
My word 'tis something grand, oh! a credit to our Ireland boys,
Is MacNamara's Band!
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la,
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
Tra- la- la- la- la Tra- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la.
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
When Irish Eyes are smiling
Sure 'tis like a morn in Spring
With the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the Angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure they steal your heart away.
MY WILD IRISH ROSE
My wild Irish Rose,
The Sweetest flower that grows,
You may search everywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
SWEET ROSIE O'GRADY
Sweet Rosie O'Grady,
My dear little Rose,
She's my steady lady,
Most everyone knows,
And when we are married
How happy we'll be;
I love sweet Rosie O'Grady,
And Rosie O'Grady loves me.
PEGGY O'NEIL
If her eyes are blue as skies
That's Peggy O'Neil
If she's smiling all the while
That's Peggy O'Nei'l
If she walks like a sly little rogue
If she talks with a cute little brogue
Sweet Personality full of rascality
That's Peggy O'Neil.
THE BAND PLAYED ON
Casey would waltz with the Strawberry Blonde
And the band played on
He'd glide'cross the floor
With the girl he adored
And the band played on.
His brain was so loaded
It nearly exploded
The poor girl she shook with alarm.
He married the girl with the Strawberry Curl
And the band played on,
TOO-RA-LOO-RA
Over in Killarney
Many years ago
Me Mither sang sweet songs to me
In tones soft and low.
Just a simple little ditty
In her good old Irish way.
And I'd give the world
to hear her sing these
Songs to me today.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra Too-ra-loo-ra-li Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra
Hush now, don't you cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra Too-ra-loo-ra-;. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra
It's an Irish lullaby.
PEG 0' MY HEART
Peg o' my heart, I love you
Don't let us part, I love you
I always knew it would be you
Since I heard your lilting laughter.
It's your Irish heart I'm after
Peg o' my heart, your glances
Make my heart say, how's chances
Come be my own
Come make your home
In my heart.
IT'S A GREAT DAY FOR THE IRISH
It's a great day for the Irish
It's a great day for fair
The sidewalks of New York are Thick with "blarney"
For sure you'd think New York Was old Killarney.
It's a great day for the Shamrock
For the flags in full array
We're feeling so in-spirish
Sure because for all the Irish It's a great day.
