Nóirín Mo Mhian Lyrics & Chords By Sorcha Ní Ghuairim

It was in the month of January, the hills were clad in snow As over hills and valleys, my true love he did go It was there he spied a pretty fair maid, with a salt tear in her eye ...read more

Now in sailor's clothes Granuaile did go A bold sea captain from top to toe Her clans and children were the greatest care Of Grace O'Malley, of Grace O'Malley Who never did...read more

I am going to the country, going down that verdant lane With nothing but a whistle in my hand and a pocket full of rain Can you hear that distant sound coming down the West Clare...read more

A nobleman's fair daughter was walking down yon lane When up comes Captain Dixon, the keeper of the game Says he unto his serving man, "If it was not for the law I'd have that...read more

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go...read more