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Rock On Rock All - Wolfe Tones

"Rock On Rockall Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall And"

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"

Newgrange - Wolfe Tones

"Your mysteries lay hidden in stones that can't speak, Thru' time all your wondrous knowledge we seek, Be ye tomb or a temple we'd like to know why On mid-winter's morning you seek light from the sky, Your"

The Lough Sheelin Eviction - Wolfe Tones

"Farewell my Country a Long farewell My tale of anguish no tongue can tell For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide from the home I love by Lough Sheelin side. How proud was I of my girl so mfair I was"

Only Our Rivers Run Free - Wolfe Tones

"Were apples still grow in november where blossoms still bloom from each tree where leaves are still green in november its then that our land will be free i wander her hills and her valleys and still through"

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"

Slievenamon - Wolfe Tones

"Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand And alone in a crowded hall The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand But but my heart is not here at all It lies far away by night and by day To the times"

God Save Ireland - Wolfe Tones

"God save Ireland, said the heroes God save Ireland, said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall High upon the gallows tree swung the"

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 Boys Of Fair Hill - Wolfe Tones

"The smell on Patrick's Bridge is wick- ed. How does Fa - ther Mat - thew stick it? Here's up them all says the boys of Fair - hill. Come boys, spend a day with our Harrier Club so gay: The cry of the hounds"

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