The Boston Burglar
I was born and raised in Boston A place you all know well Brought up by honest parents…
Boston Rose
Now the autumn leaves are falling And the tourists have all gone And the children They have all…
Botany Bay (1)
Farewell to your bricks and mortar Farewell to your dirty lies Farewell to your gangers and gang planks…
Botany Bay (2)
Farewell to old England for ever Farewell to my rum culls as well And farewell to the well…
Bottle Of Smoke
Thanks and praises Thanks to Jesus I bet on the Bottle of Smoke I went to Hell And…
Boulavogue
At Boulavogue as the sun was setting On the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar A rebel hand set…
The Boys Of Fairhill
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill The smell on Patrick’s Bridge is wicked How does…
The Boys Of Killybegs
There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal And her fishermen are hardy, brave and…