Streams Of Whiskey
Last night as I slept, I dreamed I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and…
The Streets Of Derry
After the morning there comes an evening And after the evening another day And after a false love…
Streets Of London
Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market Kicking up the papers With his worn out…
Streets Of Sorrow
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow Oh farewell you streets of pain I’ll not return to feel more…
Sullivan’s John
Oh Sullivan’s John, to the road you’ve gone Far away from your native home You’ve gone with a…
The Sun Is Burning
The sun is burning in the sky Strands of cloud go slowly drifting by In the park the…
Sunday Driver
Well I’ve been a Sunday driver noo for many’s a happy year I’ve never had my Morris Minor…
Surrounded By Water
They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare…
Sweet Carnlough Bay
When winter was brawling, o’er high hills and mountains And dark were the clouds o’er the deep rolling…
