Irish Folk Songs Quiz #2

Lyric

Song TItle

Whether on the scaffold high, or the battlefield we die, oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall?

Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing

Dance! Dance! Wherever you may be

Run like a devil from the excise man, keep the smoke from rising, Barney.

He fought for Ireland and Ireland's glory The harp, the shamrock, green white and gold

I'll court her like an Irishman and me brogue and blarney too is my plan With my rolligan, swalligan, holligan, wolligan

Aye, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see

Sinne Fianna Fáil

I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging pitches, I was working on the railway

Oh, the summer time has come, and the trees are sweetly blooming

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

"What did I have?" said the fine old woman, "What did I have?" this proud old woman did say

Curse and swear. lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare

It's well I do remember the bleak December day, When the sheriff and the landlord came to drive us all away

Oh, Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground