In Mountjoy Jail one Monday morning High upon the gallows tree Kevin Barry gave his young life For the cause of liberty Just a lad of 18 summers Yet there's no one can deny As he walked to death that morning He proudly held his head on high Just before he faced the hangman In his dreary prison cell British soldiers tortured Barry Just because he would not tell The names of his brave comrades And other things they wished to know 'Turn informer or we'll kill you!' Kevin Barry answered, 'No!' Another martyr for old Ireland Another murder for the crown Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish But can't keep their spirits down Lads like Barry are no cowards From the foe they will not fly Lads like Barry will free Ireland For her sake they'll live and die

It was far across the sea, When the devil got a hold of me, He wouldnt set me free, So he kept me soul for ransom. na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town, I've roamed this world round and round, Hes the meanest thing that I have found, In all mydays of wander. na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. But I could see his evil eyes, Twas then he took me by surprise, Take me to your paradise, I want to see the Jungle. na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Here we go again, We're on the road again, We're on the road again, We're on our way to Paradise, We love the jungle deep, That's where the lion sleeps, For in those evil eyes, They have no place in Paradise. Grafitti on the walls just as the sun was going down, I seen graffitti on the walls(Of the CELTS, Of the CELTS), Graffitti on the walls that says we're Magic, We're Magic, Graffiti on the walls... Graffiti on the walls... And it said... Ooh ah up the Ra, say ooh ah up the Ra . We went to each jungle deep, For the Paradise that we did seek, Was no trip for the weak, We're waltzing with the natives. na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. From the Amazon to Borneo, From Africa to Tokyo, To the darkest jungles of the world, But nowhere could i lose him. na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Around in circles every way, He turned to me and he did say, I think your leading me astary, I want your soul me boyo! na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Here we go again, We're on the road again, We're on the road again, We're on our way to Paradise, We love the jungle deep, That's where the lion sleeps, For in those evil eyes, They have no place in Paradise. Grafitti on the walls just as the sun was going down, I seen graffitti on the walls(Of the CELTS, Of the CELTS), Graffitti on the walls that says we're Magic, We're Magic, Graffiti on the walls... Graffiti on the walls... And it said... Ooh ah up the Ra, say ooh ah up the Ra .

Oh my name is Joe McDonnell From Belfast town I came That city I will never see again For in the town of Belfast I spent many happy days And I loved that town in oh so many ways For it's there I spent my childhood And found for me a wife I then set out to make for her a life Oh but all my young ambition Met with bitterness and hate I soon found myself inside a prison gate And you dare to call me a terrorist While you look down your gun When I think of all the deeds that you have done - You have plundered many nations Divided many lands You have terrorized their people You ruled with an iron hand And you brought this reign of terror to my land Through the many months internment In the Maidstone and the Maze I thought about my land throughout those days Why my country was divided Why I was now in jail Imprisoned without crime or without trial And though I love my country I am not a bitter man I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand And so one faithful morning I shook bold freedom's hand For right or wrong I tried to free my land Then one cold October's morning I was trapped in the lion's den And I found myself in prison once again I was committed to the H-Blocks For fourteen years or more On the "blanket" the conditions they were poor Then a hunger strike we did commence For the dignity of man But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn Oh but now I am a saddened man I've watched my comrades die If only people cared or wondered why Oh may God shine on you, Bobby Sands For the courage you have shown May your glory and your fame be widely known And Francis Hughes and Ray McCreesh Who died unselfishly And Patsy O'Hara, and the next in line is me And those who lie behind me May your courage be the same And I pray to god my life was not in vain And though sad and bitter was the year of 1981 All was not lost, but it's still there to be won

last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by my mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind til first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil hill it been on the 23rd of June the day before the fair when Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there the young the old the brave and the bold came their duty to forfil at the parish Church near Cloony a mile from Spancil hill I went to see my neighbours to see what they might say the old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley he's as bold as ever still he used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil hill I took a flying visit to my one and only love she's as white as lily as gentle as a dove she threw her arms around me saying Johnny I love you still she is Nell the farmers daughter the pride of Spancil hill I dreamt I held and kissed her as in the days of old saying Johnny your only joking as manys a times before but the cock he crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California many miles from Spancil hill

Sad are the homes round Garryowen Since they lost their joy and pride And the banshee cry links every vale Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls The broken treaty stone, undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen T'was on a dreary New Years Eve As the shades of night came down A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen As they moved along the street up to the barracks door They scorned the danger they might face Their fate taht lay instore They were fighting for old Ireland to clim their very own And the foremost of that gallant band Was South from Garryowen But the seargent spied their daring plan He spied them trough the door The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour And when that awful night had passed Two men lay cold a s stone There was one from near the border twn and one from Garryowen No more wil he hear the seagull's cry Over the murmurring Shannon tide For he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his side They have gone to join that gallant band Of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone A martyr for old Ireland Sean South from Garryowen

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead, Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose again, And joined the British army. Feed the pigs and milk the cow, milk the cow, milk the cow, Feed the pigs and milk the cow, so early in the morning. Tuck your leg up, Paddy, dear. Paddy, dear, I'm over here! Tuck your leg up, Paddy dear, It's time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead, Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose again, And joined the British army. Katie, she is tall and thin, tall and thin, tall and thin. Katie, she is tall and thin. She likes a drop of brandy. Drinks it in the bed at night, drinks it in the bed at night, drinks it in the bed at night. It makes her nice and randy. Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead, Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose again, And joined the British army. My man is six foot tall, six foot tall, six foot tall, My man is six foot tall, he likes his sugar candy. Goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock, goes to bed at six o'clock. He's lazy, fat and dandy. Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead, Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose again, And joined the British army. My wife, she has a hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing. My wife, she has a hairy thing, she showed it to me Sunday. She bought it in the furrier shop, bought it in the furrier shop, bought it in the furrier shop. It's going back on Monday. Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead, Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose again, And joined the British army.