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"Song Of The Splintered Shillelagah Lyrics"
House That Love Built Lyrics
This is the boy that live in a house that love built These are the arms that held the charms of the sweetest girl in town These are the hands that made the plans for a house that love built And this is the heart that got broke when the house got tumblin' do
This is the boy that live in a house that love built These are the arms that held the charms of the sweetest girl in town These are the hands that made the plans for a house that love built And this is the heart that got broke when the house got tumblin' do
Song of the Splintered Shillelagah
(First heard from Ellen Stekert; pieced together from various
sources; Tune:Over the Water to Charlie. RG)
'Twas the night before battle and, gathered in groups,
The soldiers lay close at their quarters,
A-thinking, no doubt, of their loved ones at home
Of mothers, wives, sweethearts and daughters.
With a pipe in his mouth sat a handsome young blade,
And a song he was singing so gaily,
His name was Pat Murphy of Meagher's Brigade
And he sang of the land of Shillelagh.
Said Pat to his comrades, it looks quare to see
Brothers fighting in such a strange manner;
But I'll fight 'til I die, If I never get killed
For America's bright starry banner.
Far away in the west rode a dashing young blade
And the song he was singing so gaily,
'Twas honest Pat Murphy of the Irish Brigade
And the song of the splintered shillelagh.
Well, morning soon broke and poor Paddy awoke
He found rebels to give satisfaction
And the drummer was beating the Devil's sad tune
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Just About Glad Lyrics
I'm just about glad that I knew you once And it was more than just a passing acquaintance I'm just about glad that it was a memory That doesn't need constant maintenance Now I've a few things that I regret But nothing that I need to forget For all of the coura
hey were calling the troops into action.I'm just about glad that I knew you once And it was more than just a passing acquaintance I'm just about glad that it was a memory That doesn't need constant maintenance Now I've a few things that I regret But nothing that I need to forget For all of the coura
Far away in the west rode a dashing young blade
And the song he was singing so gaily,
'Twas honest Pat Murphy of the Irish Brigade
And the song of the splintered shillelagh.
Then the Irish Brigade into battle was seen,
Their blood for the cause shedding freely
With their bayonet charges they rushed on the foe
With a shout for the land of shillelagh.
Far away in the west rode a dashing young blade
And the song he was singing so gaily,
'Twas honest Pat Murphy of the Irish Brigade
And the song of the splintered shillelagh.
The day after battle, the dead lay in heaps
And Paddy lay bleeding and gory,
With a hole in his breast where some enemy's ball
Had ended his passion for glory,
No more in the camps will his letters be read
Nor his voice be heard singing so gaily
For he died far away from the friends that he loved
And far from the land of shillelagh.
@Irish @soldier @rebel
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