Paddy Obrien Jigs Lyrics & Chords By Later

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

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

You may travel from Clare to County Kildare, From Dublin right down to Macroom. But where would you see a fine widow like me Biddy Mulligan, the pride of the Coombe I'm a...read more

I went down to the Hazelwood Because a fire was in my head I cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth like stars...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