All Dominic Behan Lyrics (en) Total 32
Dominic Behan - Patrick Pearse's Graveside Oration for O'Donovan Rossa{Between "Parnell" and "Grand Old Dame"} It has seemed right, before we turn away from this place in which we have laid the mortal remains of O'Donovan Rossa,
Dominic Behan - The Grand Canal{Verse 1} Three months before the month of June It was the month of March When we set out from Dublin town With a cargo of roasted starch The skipper's name was
Dominic Behan - The Irish Rover{Verse 1} In the year of our Lord 1806 We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand City Hall of New York
Dominic Behan - Liverpool Lou{Chorus} Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou Why don't you behave just like other girls do? Why must my poor heart keep following you? Stay home and love me, my
Dominic Behan - Love Is Where You'll Find It{Verse 1} Love laughs at locksmiths, so they say And bachelors at Cupid But he who laughs another day May never look so stupid For Cupid's arrows they are
Dominic Behan - Arkle{Verse 1} It happened in the springtime of the year of '64 When Englishmen were makin' pounds and fivers by the score He beat them on the hollows, he beat them on the
Dominic Behan - The Captains and the Kings{Verse 1} I remember in September, when the final stumps were drawn And the shouts of crowds now silent, and the boys to tea had gone Let us, oh Lord above us, still remember
Dominic Behan - The Bells of Hell{Chorus} The bells of Hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling For you but not for me Oh death where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling Or grave thy victory? {Verse 1}
Dominic Behan - William Brown{Verse 1} A nice young man was William Brown Who worked for a wage in Liverpool town He worked from eight 'til twelve at night Turning a wheel from left to right
Dominic Behan - The Sea Around Us{Verse 1} They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair No stream like the LIffey could ever compare If it's water you want you'll find nothing so rare As the
Dominic Behan - My Redhead Mot From Ringsend{Verse 1} As I work down a hole here in London For eight or nine days of each week I think of my friends back in Dublin And the others of whom I won't speak How
Dominic Behan - Take It Down From The Mast{Chorus} Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors The flag we republicans claim It can never belong to Free Staters You've brought on it nothing but shame
Dominic Behan - Ballad Of Ashtown Road{Verse 1} 'Twas a cold December day A lorry ploughed its way Where bullets splashed and played On Ashtown Road For the boys had dug a trench To ambush
Dominic Behan - Connolly{Verse 1} There lies a page in history when the workers first fought back When the might of exploitation, at last began to crack In farm and field and factory, in workshop,
Dominic Behan - Who Fears To Speak Of Easter Week{Verse 1} Who dares not speak of Easter Week? Who dares to say he fears The memory of Connolly Of Kent and Clarke and Pearse? Who will not say MacDermott's
Dominic Behan - A Row In The Town{Verse 1} I'll sing you a song of a row in the town When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down 'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw And
Dominic Behan - As Down The Glen One Easter Morn{Verse 1} As down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I There armèd lines of marching men, in squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum, no battle drum, did beat out
Dominic Behan - Johnny Redmond{Verse 1} When we were little children Johnny Redmond used to drool About us being satisfied with something called 'Home Rule' Let him go to Westminster and act the
Dominic Behan - Grand Old Dame{Verse 1} "Oh Ireland you have let me down" Said the grand old dame Britannia "You're playing football with the Crown" Said the grand old dame
Dominic Behan - Parnell{Chorus} Oh have you been to Avondale And lingered in her lovely vale? While tall trees whisper low the tale Of Avondale's proud eagle {Verse
Dominic Behan - The Merry Ploughboy{Verse 1} Oh I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields by day Until the lightning flashed across my mind that I should run away I've always hated slavery since the
Dominic Behan - My Bold Sinn Féiner{Verse 1} It's a terrible sensation when you're fightin' for the Crown To be jeered by half the nation 'cause you're wearing khaki brown So right you
Dominic Behan - Nell Flaherty's Drake{Verse 1} My name it is Nell and quite candid I tell I come from Cootehill I will never deny I had a large drake and the truth for to speak My oul' grandmother left
Dominic Behan - Dicey Riley{Verse 1} Poor oul' Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup Ah poor oul' Dicey Reilly she will never give it up For it's off each morning to the pop And she
Dominic Behan - Down by the Liffeyside{Verse 1} 'Twas by down the Anna Liffey one morning I did stray Where in the good oul' slushy mud, the seagulls sport and play We got the whiff of fish and chips, and
Dominic Behan - Easy and Slow{Verse 1} 'Twas down by Christchurch that I first met with Annie A neat little girl and not a bit shy She told me her father, who came from Dungannon Would take her
Dominic Behan - Sergeant William Bailey{Verse 1} Sergeant William Bailey was a man of great renown Toora-loora-loora-loora-loo In search of gallant young recruits he used to scour the town
Dominic Behan - The Castle of Drumboe{Verse 1} The midnight hags are shrieking 'round, the castle of Drumboe While patriot blood is flowing red, in the sodden soil below Their crime that they had left their
Dominic Behan - Oh Father Dear I'm Over Here{Verse 1} Ah now father dear I'm over here, on the banks of London town I'm an intimate of all who serve, beneath the Rose and Crown For knights in shining armoured
Dominic Behan - It's a Grand Old Country{Verse 1} You've read of a revolution and you've read of the bloody wars You've seen our land disfigured by the dirty Saxon scars You know that ships went sailing
Dominic Behan
Doiminic Ó Beacháin, known as Dominic Behan (born 22 October 1928 in Dublin, Ireland, died 3 August 1989 in Glasgow, Scotland), was an Irish songwriter, short story writer, novelist and playwright who wrote in both Irish and English.
His father Stephen was a member of the IRA and had been one of Michael Collins' “Twelve Apostles”.
He published more than 450 songs during his lifetime. He was the brother of Brendan Behan and the nephew of Peadar Kearney.
His father Stephen was a member of the IRA and had been one of Michael Collins' “Twelve Apostles”.
He published more than 450 songs during his lifetime. He was the brother of Brendan Behan and the nephew of Peadar Kearney.