Traditional Irish Sing Along Songs

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TRADITIONAL IRISH SING ALONG SONGS

1 THERE IS AN ISLE

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2 IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY

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3 FIELDS OF ATHENRY

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4 MOLLY MALONE

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6 LES LACS DU CONNEMARA

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7 DANNY BOY

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9 THE IRISH ROVER

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11 THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN

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13 THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE (NO MAN'S LAND)

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15 I'LL TELL ME MA

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16 SONG FOR IRELAND

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18 OR?, S? DO BHEATHA 'BHAILE

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19 AN POC AR BUILE

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1 There is an Isle

There is an Isle, a bonnie Isle Stands proudly from, stands proudly from the sea And dearer far than all this world Is that dear Isle, is that dear Isle to me It is not, that alone it stands Where all around is fresh and fair But because it is my native land And my home, my home is there But because it is my native land And my home, my home is there

Farewell, farewell, though lands may meet May meet my gaze, my gaze where e're I roam I shall not find a spot so fair As that dear Isle, as that dear Isle to me It is not that alone it stands Where all around is fresh and fair But because it is my native land And my home, my home is there But because it is my native land And my home, my home is there

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2 It's a long way to Tipperary

Henry James "Harry" Williams & Jack Judge

Up to mighty London came An Irish man one day, All the streets were paved with gold, So everyone was gay! Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand, and Leicester Square, 'Til Paddy got excited and He shouted to them there:

Chorus: It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square! It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there.

Paddy wrote a letter To his Irish Molly O', Saying, "Should you not receive it, Write and let me know! If I make mistakes in "spelling", Molly dear", said he, "Remember it's the pen, that's bad, Don't lay the blame on me".

Chorus

Molly wrote a neat reply To Irish Paddy O', Saying, "Mike Maloney wants To marry me, and so Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, Or you'll be to blame, For love has fairly drove me silly, Hoping you're the same!"

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3 Fields of Athenry

Pete St. John

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling Michael they have taken you away, For you stole trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn, Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay

Low lie, The Fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing, Its so lonely round the Fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling 'Nothing matters Mary, when you're free' Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they brought me down Now its lonely round the Fields of Athenry

By a lonely harbour wall She watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky Sure she'll live in hope and pray For her love in Botney Bay Its so lonely round the Fields Of Athenry

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4 Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She was a fishmonger And sure, t'was no wonder For so were her mother and father before And they wheeled their barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

She died of a fever And sure, so one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh" Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

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