The Hills Of Donegal
When I was young and in my prime My mind being free from care Whilst leaving all in…
The Holy Ground
Fare thee well my lovely Dinah A thousand times adieu For we’re going away from the Holy Ground…
Home Boys Home
Oh well, who wouldn’t be a sailor lad a’sailing on the main To gain the good will of…
Home To Donegal
The lights of London are far behind The thoughts of my homeland are crowding my mind Familiar places…
Homes Of Donegal
I’ve just called in to see you all I’ll only stay a while I want to see how…
Hot Asphalt
Good evening all me jolly lads I’m glad to see you’re well If you’ll gather all around me…
How Sweet The Tune
She cuts a tiny figure at The picture-house front door He said they’d meet at seven But it’s…