Pheasant Plucker’s Son Lyrics & Chords By The Irish Rovers

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street A gentleman Irish mighty odd Well, he had a tongue both rich and sweet An' to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah but Tim had a sort of...read more

If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go boys, let me go boys Let me go...read more

I met my love by the gas works croft Dreamed a dream by the old canal I Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon ...read more

As I roved out on a summer's morning a-speculating most curiously To my surprise, I there espied a charming fair maid approaching me I stood awhile in deep meditation contemplating...read more

In the cold of the evening, they used to gather. Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near the old oak tree. At the times appointed.. by the seasons.. of the earth, and the...read more