Ready for paddy

Oh, sing a song for ireland my young love said to me The hills of Connemara, banks of my lovely Lee So I tuned up my fiddle in the town of Ballybay Oh sing for me and think of me she mournfully did...

Grandpa was an Irishman from Eireann′s lovely shore he came He was fighting for the english crown and settled down in Kingston-Town One summer′s morning he did stray near a village called Montego-Bay...

Come all you jolly sailor lads that ne′er went out to sea Of a ship that called the Annie B. I will sing in praise to thee She was a famous one-mast-ship, the pride of Sydney-Quay She carried a crew...

There lives a man in Moscow and Russia is his fate He always prayed for power for loyalty and hate His dreams are very simple, dreams of an iron fist His name is Shirinovski, he′s a bloody damned...

They′ll send him to the war-inspector "I′ll be back tomorrow" said he "When I will return again we′ll go to Mexico" "They sent you to the war-inspector I have missed you...

My heart is sad, oh I′m so lonely, thinking of the one I love Never in my life I′ll meet her, unless in Heaven high above She told me that she dearly loved me, ne′er she′d been untrue to me Until the...

Come on you raging soldiers wherever you may be I′d have to pay attention please listen unto me I′ll tell to you a true tale of a soldier bold and brave An ambush of some enemies dispatched him in...

Our time has come to sing you a song, join in wild and free You′ve got the power and we′ve got a song, it′s made for you and me this song has no moral, this song has no end, this song goes all around...

Dreary clouds are drifting by the moon whis′prin′ sadness to my thoughts, it seems autumn winds and rainy days shadows in the dark nightmare in a never ending dream Thunder clouds upon the stormy...