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Streets Of New York - Wolfe Tones

"I was eighteen years old, when I went down to Dublin with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams "Take your time", said me father "stop rushing like hell And remember all is not what it seems to be For"

The Streets Of New York - Wolfe Tones

"I was eighteen years old, when I went down to Dublin with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams "Take your time", said me father "stop rushing like hell And remember all is not what it seems to be For"

Soldier - Tones Wolfe

"In dungeon deep, I know what fate awaits me. Tied hand and foot, the foe has bound me fast. But in my pain, I pray the God above me will grant this wish I know will be my last. Don't bury me in Erin's"

My Heart Is In Ireland - Wolfe Tones

"In the East End of London, I met an old man. He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram. "My parents were Irish. They loved that dear land," The Cockney, he smiled, then he shook my old hand. "My heart is"

The Boys Of The Old Brigade - Wolfe Tones

"Oh, father why are you so sad On this bright Easter morn When Irish men are proud and glad Of the land that they were born? Oh, son, I see in memries few Of far off distant days When being just a lad like"

Spancil Hill - Wolfe Tones

"Last night as I lay dreamin' Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein' bent on travelin' To Ireland I did fly I stepped aboard a vision and followed with my will 'Til next I came to anchor At the cross near"

Padraic Pearseof New York - Tones Wolfe

"I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin with a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said me father, "stop rushing like hell and remember all's not what it seems to be: for"

Bodenstown Churchyard - Wolfe Tones

"In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave, And wildly around it the winter winds rave; Small shelter I ween are the ruined walls there When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare. Once I"

Skibbereen - Wolfe Tones

"O, Father dear, I ofttimes heard you talk of Erin's Isle Her valleys green, her lofty scene, her mountains rude and wild You said it was a pleasant place wherein a prince might dwell Why have you then"

The Firey Furnaces - Wolfe Tones

"Pick up your trumpet, your plastic pretend trumpet: blow me your horn today Pick up your tambourine, your Fisher Price My First Tamborine: jingle and jangle today. Plug in your keyboard, your symphonic"

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