The Quiet Land O’ Erin
By myself I’d be in Árdaí Chuain Where the mountains stand away Oh ’tis there I’d let the…
Raglan Road
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would…
The Ragman’s Ball
Come listen to me for a while My good friends one and all And I’ll sing to you…
Rambles Of Spring
There’s a cold and wintry breeze Blowing through the buddin’ trees And I button up my coat to…
Ramblin’ Rover
There are sober men a-plenty And drunkards barely twenty There are men of over ninety Who have never…
The Rambling Irishman
I am a rambling Irishman In Ulster I was born in And many’s the pleasant day I spent…
Rambling Round
Ramblin’ around your city Ramblin’ around your town I never see a friend I know As I go…
The Rapparee
My spurs are rusted, my coat is rent My plume is damp with rain And the thistledown and…