Ar Werth Lyrics & Chords By Mirror Field

Oh the little boats have gone, from the breast of Anna Liffey, and the Ferrymen are stranded on the quai, The Dublin docks are dying, and a way of life is gone Its over Molly,...read more

This graveyard hides a million secrets, And the trees know more than they can tell. The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you, In heaven and in hell. ...read more

There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, Where the girls of Limerick are much too pretty; Joe Cooley's Reel on accordion, Like the blues with the touch of O'Carolan. ...read more

I am a weaver, a Caltan weaver I am a rash and roving blade I've got silver in my pouches And I follow the roving trade Whiskey whiskey Nancy whiskey Whiskey whiskey...read more

When he stepped up the narrow street Smiling proud and young Around the hemp, around his neck The golden ringlets clung There was never a tear in his blue eyes Both sad and bright...read more