Old Black Jack Lyrics & Chords By Ireland

Sad are the homes round Garryowen Since they lost their joy and pride And the banshee cry links every vale Around the Shannon side that city of the ancient walls the broken...read more

Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down One morning in July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by Oh, she looked so neat from her two...read more

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat But there' gangs of them digging for gold in...read more

"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?" ...read more

It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread...read more