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Back Home in Derry | Black and Tans | Black
is the Colour | Black Velvet Band
British Army | Courtin' in the Kitchen | Fairy Story | Minstrel
Boy/Irish Soldier Laddie
Mountain Dew | Nancy Whiskey | Wild Rover | Young Ned of
the Hill
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed?
Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids will sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like the roses fair
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I'll never be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I hope the day, it soon will come
When she and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like the roses fair
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
In days of old, when knights were bold
There lived a fearsome dragon
And he terrorized the countryside
And the country's spirits flaggin'
But then one day there came a knight
He was handsome, bold, and charming
And he slew the dragon with his spear
And a smile that was so disarming
With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonny-no
And a smile that was so disarming
Said the king, "I wish to know your name!"
Said the knight, "Sir, do not bother!
Yea, verrily, one knight," said he,
"Is the same as any other."
Said the king, "Inside these castle walls
Tonight you'll take your leasure
And you'll be rewarded for your deeds
With a night of exalted pleasure!"
With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonny-no
And a night of exalted pleasure!
"My daughter she has raven hair;
She's a maiden young and chaste
And she sleeps all night in the pale moonlight
Naked to the waist!
My other daughter is so fair
She's the fairest in the town
And she sleeps all night in the pale moonlight
Naked from her small waist down!"
With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonny-no
Naked from her small waist down!
Well the knight he spent full many a night
Inside the castle walls
But the ending to this story
Is not what it seems at all
For in neither bed of either maid
Was he repaid for his glory...
But he spent all night with the king instead,
For this is a fairy story!
With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonny-no
For this is a fairy story!
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlew's cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky?
To walk the purple heather
And hear the west wind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
Some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped out motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
To hell or Connaught
May you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
And his deeds are legend still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from the land
You tried to break our spirits
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our motherland
I hope you rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
To hell or Connaught
May you burn in hell tonight