The fire is out, we lost our name But the
There’s a thunder on the wind my friend Today this
Todgeweihtes altes Weib Deine Tage sind gezählt Unverletzbar schienst Du
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, Brooding o’er the old
On the ocean o‘he Waves in motion o‘ho Not but
Step we gaily on we go, Heel for heel and
When he drops you off, I will not say Who
Near Banbridge Town in the county Down One morning
Oh, Father dear, I oft times hear you talk of
In the village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and
It’s far away were I was born A land of
We follow the taillights out of the city Moving in
William Taylor was a brisk young sailor Full of heart
Ye Jocobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
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