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Popular Songs

No matter where you go in Ireland there are a few songs that are loved everywhere. You are likely to hear them in pubs, concerts, TV and radio but most importantly being sung by young and old alike. Some of them are well known well across the border all around the world. The songs are linked to YouTube to some of the most popular groups or singers for your enjoyment. Just click on the title of the song.

Molly Malone The Dubliners

  • In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
  • I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
  • As she wheels here wheel barrow through streets broad and narrow
  • Crying cockles and mussles alive alive-o
  • Chorus: Alive alive-o, alive alive-o
  • Crying cockles and mussles alive alive-o
  • She was a fishmonger but sure 'twas no wonder
  • For so were her father and mother before
  • And they both wheeled their barrow
  •  through streets broad and narrow
  • Crying cockles and mussles alive alive alive-o
  • She died of a fever and no one could save her
  • And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
  • But her ghost wheels her barrow
  • through streets broad and narrow
  • Crying cockles and mussles alive alive-

Leaving of Liverpool The Dubliners

  • Farewell to you, my own true love, I am going far away
  •  I am bound for California. But I know that I'll return some day.
  • Chorus: So fare thee well, My own true love. And when I return, united we will be.
  •              It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
  •              But darling, when I think of thee
  • I have shipped on a Yankee sailing ship. Davy Crockett is her name.
  • And Burgess is the captain of her. And they say she is a floating hell.
  • Oh the sun is on the harbor love. And I whish I could remain
  •  For I know it will be some long time  before I see you again
  • before I see you again

The Cliffs of Doneen-Paddy Reilly

 

  • You may travel far far from your own native land.
  • Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
  • But of all the fine places that I've ever been
  • Sure there's none can compare with the cliffs of Doneen
  • Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
  • You'll see the high rocky mountains o'er the west of Clare
  • Oh the town of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
  • From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen
  • It's a nice place to be on a nice summer's day
  • Watching all the wild flowers that ne're do decay
  • Oh the hares and lofty pheasants are plain to be seen
  • Making home for their young round the cliffs of Doneen
  • Fare thee well to Doneen, fare thee well for a while
  • And to all the kind people I'm leaving behind
  • To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
  • And the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen.

Galway Girl -Mundy

  • Well I took a stroll on the old wild walk
  • On the day-I-ay-I-ay-ay
  • I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
  • On a fine soft day -I-ay
  • And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do
  • if her hair was black and her eyes were blue
  • And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
  • Down the Salthill Prom with a Gallway girl
  • We were halfway there when the rain came down
  • On a day -I-ay-I-ay-ay
  • And she asked me up to her flat downtown
  • On a fine soft day -I-ay
  • And I ask you friend, what's a fella to do
  • if her hair was black and eyes were blue
  • So I took her hand and I gave it a twirl
  • then I lost my heart to a Galway girl
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  • When I woke up I was all alone on the day i-ay i-ay-ay
  • With a broken heart and a ticket home on the fine soft day i-ay
  • And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
  • If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
  • I've travelled around I've been all over this world
  • Boys I've never seen nothin' like a Galway girl

When You Say Nothing -Ronan Keating

  • It's amazing How you can speak Right now to my heart Without
  • saying a word, You can light up the dark Try as I may I could never
  • explain What I hear when You don't say a thing
  • The smile on you face Lets me know That you need me
  • There's a truthln your eyes Saying you'll never leave me The touch of
  • your hands says You'll catch me Whenever I fall You say it is best
  • When you say Nothing at all
  • All day long I can hear people Talking out loud But when you
  • hold me near You drown out the crowd Try as they may They
  • can never define What's been said Between your Heart and mine
  • You say it's best When you say Nothing at all You say it best When
  • you say nothing at all The smile on your face The truth in your eyes
  • The touch of your hand Let's me know That you need me
  • (Chorus) You say it is best When you say nothing at all You say it best
  • When you say nothing at all

Whiskey In The Jar -The Dubliners

  • As I was going over the far Kilkerry mountain
  • I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
  • I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
  • Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver
  • Musha ring dumma do damma da. Whack for the laddie-o
  • Whack for the laddie-o. There's whiskey in the jar
  • I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny
  • I put it in my pocket and brought it home to Jenny
  • She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
  • But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
  • I went into may chamber, for to take a slumber
  • I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
  • But Jenny took my changes and she filled them up with water
  • And send for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
  • It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
  • The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrell
  • I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
  • But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
  • If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army
  • If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
  • And if he'll come and save me, we'll go rowing in Kilkenny
  • And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sporting
  • Jenny

Red Is The Rose -Liam Clancy

  • Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
  • Come over the hills to your darling
  • You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the wow
  • And I'll be your true love forever
  • Chorus:
  • Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
  • Fair is the lilly of the valley
  • Clear is the water thatt follows from the Boyne
  • But my love is fairer than any
  • Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
  • When the moon and the stars they were shining
  • The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
  • And she swore she'd be my love forever
  • Chorus
  • It's not for the parting that my sister pains
  • It's not for the grief of my mother
  • 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
  • That my heart is breaking forever.

The Streets Of New York -Wolfe Tones

  • I was eighteen years old, when I went down to Dublin
  • with a fistful of of money and a cartload of dreams
  • 'Take your time''; said me wather 'stop rushing like hell
  • And remember all is not what it seems to be
  • For there's fellows would cut you for your coat on your back
  • Or the watch that you got from your mother
  • So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well
  • And will you give this wee note to me brother'
  • At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
  • And me father the youngest looked after the farm
  • When a phone call from America said 'Send the lad over'
  • And the ould fella said sure it wouldn't do any harm
  • For I spoent my life working this dirty old ground
  • For a fewpints of porter and the smell of a pound
  • And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
  • And you can bring it back home, make it easy on me
  • So Ianded at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
  • Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain
  • Well my poor heart was pumping around with excitement
  • And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying
  • We came in the short parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn
  • To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd
  • I was feeling so happy I was humming a song
  • And I sang you're as 'Free as a bird'
  • Well to shorten the story what I found out that day
  • Was that Benjy was got shot  in a downtown foray
  • And while I was flying my way to New York
  • Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
  • Well I phoned up the old fella, told him the news
  • I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
  • And he wept as he told me, go ahead with the plan
  • And not to forget to be a proud Irishman
  • So I went up to Nelly's beside Fordham Road
  • And I started learn about lifting the load
  • But the healthiest thing that I carried that year
  • Was the bitter sweet thoughts of my home town so dear
  • I went home that December 'cause the old fella died
  • Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
  • And all the bright flowers and grass couldn't hide
  • The poor wasted face of my father
  • I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth
  • And into my bag stuck a handful of earth
  • Then I boarded a train and I caught me a train
  • And found myself back in the U.S. again
  • It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in DUblin
  • The kids know to use the correct knife and fork
  • But I'll never forget the green grass amd the rivers
  • As I keep law and order in the streets of New York

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dirty Old Town  The Dubliners

  • I met my girl by the gas works wall
  •  Dreamed a dream by the old canal
  • I kissed a girl by the factory wall
  • Dirty old town dirty old town
  • Clouds a drifting across the moon
  • Cats a prowling on the beat
  • Spring's a girl in the street at night
  • Dirty old town dirty old town.
  • Heard a si- ren from the docks
  • Saw a train set the night on fire
  • Smelled the spring in the smokey wind
  • Dirty old town dirty old town
  • I'm going to make a good sharp axe
  • Shining steel tempered in the fire
  • Will chop you down like and old dead tree
  • Dirty old town dirty old town

Carricfkergus -BraveHeart

  • I wish I was in Cerrickfergus,
  • Only for nights in Balligrad,
  • I would swim over the deepest ocean,
  • The deepest ocean to be by your side
  • But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
  • And neither have I wings to fly.
  • I wish  I could find me a handsome boatman
  • To ferry me over to my love and die
  • My childhood days bring back sad reflections
  • Of happy days so long ago.
  • My childhood friends and my own relations
  • Have all passed on like the melting snow.
  • So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
  • Soft is the grass and my bed is free.
  • Oh to be home now in Carricfergus,
  • Oh the long road down to the salty sea.
  • And in Kilkenny it is reported
  • On marble stone there as black as ink,
  • With gold and solver I did support her
  • But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
  • I'm drunk today and  I'm rarely sober,
  • A handsome rover from town to town.
  • Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
  • so come ye young men and lay me down.