| Lyric | Song TItle | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| Aye, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see | Seven Drunken Nights | 80%
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| Sinne Fianna Fáil | Amhrán na bhFiann | 70%
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| Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing | Fields of Athenry | 60%
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| Dance! Dance! Wherever you may be | Lord of the Dance | 60%
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| "What did I have?" said the fine old woman, "What did I have?" this proud old woman did say | Four Green Fields | 40%
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| Oh, Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground | The Wearing of the Green | 40%
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| Oh, the summer time has come, and the trees are sweetly blooming | The Wild Mountain Thyme | 40%
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| Curse and swear. lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare | Follow me up to Carlow | 30%
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| Whether on the scaffold high, or the battlefield we die, oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall? | God Save Ireland | 30%
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| I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches, I was working on the railway | Paddy on the Railway | 30%
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| I'll court her like an Irishman and me brogue and blarney too is my plan With my rolligan, swalligan, holligan, wolligan | Bold O'Donahue | 20%
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| Run like a devil from the excise man, keep the smoke from rising, Barney. | Mountain Tae / The Hills of Connemara | 20%
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| It's well I do remember the bleak December day, When the sheriff and the landlord came to drive us all away | Skibbereen | 20%
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| He fought for Ireland and Ireland's glory The harp, the shamrock, green white and gold | The Dying Rebel | 20%
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| On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge, of a deep ravine, where can be seen, the worth of passion's pledge | Ragland Road | 10%
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