Over in Killarney, many years ago, Me Mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low. Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song. So get your copy below. Although we're few in numbers We're the finest in the land. So hey, Brother Noah, I'll tell you what to do. In your smiling so beguiling, There a bit of Killarney, Bit of the Blarney, too. Then get a half dozen stout fellows And line them all up in a row Let them drink out of half gallon bottles To the memory of Rosin the Bow.
And all the harm that e're I've done alas it was to none but me.
The Two Gay Irishmen
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As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. Need an Irish escape? Oh, if I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile There is a fair maid in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall. If her eyes are blue as skies, That's Peggy O'Neil. It whispered too that freedom's ark And service high and Holy Would be profaned by feelings dark And passion vain and lowly For freedom comes from God's right hand And needs a Godly train And righteous men must take our land A nation once again. The name of old Rosin the Bow. To welcome old Rosin the Bow.