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Delirium Tremens - Christy Moore

"I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin' up the"

Black Is The Colour - Christy Moore

"Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands. I love my love and well she knows; I"

Raggle Taggle Gypsy - Christy Moore

"There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door. They came brave and boldly-o. And one sang high and the other sang low And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o. It was upstairs, downstairs the"

So Do I - Christy Moore

"This is the day the fisherman likes And so do I When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes Hear the curlews cry The nightingale sings her best We'll drink a pint in hamiltons rest And the girl i"

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll - Christy Moore

"William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him As"

America, You Are Not The World - Christy Moore

"America your head is so big America your belly is so big I LOVE you but I wish you'd stay where you live In America the land of the free they say land of opportunity in a just and truthful way where the"

Ordinary Man - Christy Moore

"I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand I've had to work for everything I own I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got Enough to keep my family and my home Now they say that times"

City Of Chicago - Christy Moore

"To the City of Chicago, As the evening shadows fall, There are people dreaming, Of the hills of Donegal. Eighteen forty seven, Was the year it all began, Deadly Pains of hunger, Drove a million from the"

The Raggle Taggle Gipsies; Tabhair Dom Do Lamh - Christy Moore

"There were three auld gypsies came to our hall door. They came brave and boldly-o. And one sang high and the other sang low And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o. It was upstairs, downstairs the"

North And South Of The River - Christy Moore

"I want to reach out over the lough And feel your hand across the water Walk with you along an unapproved road Not looking over my shoulder I want to see I want to hear To understand your fears But we're"

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