- A Careless Life
If nothing is given nothing is required sent early to bed the boy never tired alone in the dark he learned not to cry then in his dream he could fall, he could ...
- Another Quiet Night in England
Just another quite night in England And far away the dogs are barking Just another quite night in England Decent folk are all in their beds And he is sleeping l...
- Between The Wars
I was a miner, I was a docker I was a railwayman between the wars I raised a family in time of austerity With sweat at the foundry, between the wars I paid the ...
- Coal Creek Mine
Shut up in the mine of Coal Creek We know that we must die But if we trust in Jesus To heaven our souls shall fly Our lamps are burning dimly Our food is almost...
- Flatlands
In the middle of the journey, in the middle of the day I came to a city and I stopped to ask the way What does it matter? Said the people with a sneer You can't...
- Following In Father's Footsteps
I used to come home very very late Boots by the hob and gob on the grate Father waiting with his pipe in his hand He blew me upstairs with his reprimand One fin...
- Pigsty Billy
Walking through the world of Pigsty Billy You can feel the sun go down Holes in your soles and nothing in your pockets Grinning at the edge of town Sow the yard...
- Rambling Irishman
I am a rambling Irishman In Ulster I was born And many happy hours I spent On the banks of sweet Lough Erin But to live poor I could not endure As other of my s...
- The Early Days of a Better Nation
I fall asleep with the TV on Wake with an ache it's another week gone And consider how my light was spent And where it was that the real thing went I asked a wi...
- The Generals Are Born Again
The generals are born again, born again, born again The generals are born again, they're going to save the world Their armament is seeing right, doing right, be...
- The Lakes of Cool Flynn
It was early one morning Willie Leonard arose Into his comrade's bed chamber he goes Saying arise my loyal comrades, let nobody know It's a fine summer's mornin...
- The Oxford Girl
This is the hour when the city turns blue This is the time of the lost and found They loose the nutters in the Underground Everything's far and nothing is true ...
- The Rose Of England
Taking nothing but his daddy's old bone-grip knife He traded but a little for the wayward life Faint heart never won fair hand So says the Rose of England So sa...