You'll find a variety of Irish songs here including Reilly's Daughter,
Seven Old Ladies - Stuck in the Lavatory, Sweet Rosie O'Grady, The Parting Glass and The Rose of Tralee.
Enjoy these lyrics and have a Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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Reilly's Daughter
As I was sitting by the fire, Talkin' to Old Reilly's daughter
Suddenly a thought came into my mind I'd like to marry Old Reilly's daughter
( Chorus )
Giddy I-ay Giddy I-ay Giddy I-ay
For the one eyed Reilly
Giddy I-ay ( Bang Bang Bang )
Play it on your old Bass drum
Reilly played on the big bass drum, Reilly had a mind for murder and slaughter
Reilly had a bright red glittering eye, Kept that eye on his lovely daughter
( Chorus )
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue, The colonel, the major and the captain sought her
The sergeant, the private and the drummer boy to, but they never had a chance with old Reilly's daughter
( Chorus )
I got me a ring and a parson too, got me a scratch in a married quarter
Settled me down to a peaceful life, Happy as a king with old Reilly's daughter
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Suddenly a footstep on the stairs, who should it be but Reilly out for slaughter
With two pistols in his hands, looking' for the man who married his daughter
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I caught old Reilly by the hair, Rammed his head into a pail of water
Fired his pistols into the air, an damned sight quicker then I married his daughter
( Chorus )
Seven Old Ladies - Stuck in the Lavatory (Bar Song)
Chorus:
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory
They were there from Sunday to Saturday
Nobody knew they were there
They said they were going to chat with the Vicar
They went in together they thought it was quicker
The lavatory door was a bit of a sticker
And the Vicar had tea alone
The first was a wife of the Deacon of Dover
Always was known as a bit of a rover
She passed out in the ladies napkin disposal
And nobody knew they were there
The next old lady was dear Mrs. Bickles
Found herself in a bit of a pickle
Locked out of the stalls for she hadn't a nickel
And nobody knew they were there
The next was the Bishop of Chichester's daughter
She couldn't wait so she used the basin
Unaware it was the basin a pope had washed his face in
And nobody knew they were there
The next old lady was Abigail Humphery
Who settled in and made herself comfy
Tried to get up but couldn't get her bum free
And nobody knew they were there
The next old lady was Elizibeth Spender
Was doing all right 'til her vagrant suspender
Got all twisted up in her feminine gender
And nobody knew they were there
The last was a lady named Jennifer Tripp
She couldn't wait, couldn't wait to get started
But when she sat down she only farted
And nobody knew they were there
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.
The Parting Glass
Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent in good company,
And all the harm I've ever done, alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want to wit to memory now I can't recall.
So fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.
Oh all the comrades e'er I had They're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts e'er I had, They'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not.
I gently rise and softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend, And leisure time to sit awhile.
There is a fair maid in this town, That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own she has my heart in thrall.
Then fill me with the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.
The Rose of Tralee
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee,
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet t'was not her beauty along that won me.
Oh, no! t'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
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