Some take their hope And hide it away It burns in the darkness Like gold in a grave There's a spark inside That can't be concealed No hurt is so secret That it won't be healed So, before the night is over Make your heart an open door Then all we hold inside us Won't divide us any more So, before the night is over And the time we have is done Before our courage fades away Let our hearts be boun...

Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran And then run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney Now keep your eyes well peeled today The tall, tall men, they're on their way They're searching for the mountain tea In the hills of Connemara Gather up the pots and the old tin can And the mash, and the corn, the barley,...

Jack: So do you want to go to a real party? Jack: I?m going to dance with her now, alright? Jack: Come on. Rose: What? Jack: Come with me. Rose: But Jack, Jack wait... I can't do this. Jack: We have to be a little bit closer. Like This. Rose: I don't know the steps. Jack: Neither do I, Just go with me... Don't think Laughs Rose: Wait Jack, Jack. Stop, Jack... Wait Rose: Jack, no ...no Laughs

I'll tell you a story that happened to me One day as I went down to Youghal by the Sea The sun it was bright and the day it was warm Says I, "A quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm" I went in to the barman, I says, "Give me a stout" Says the barman, "I'm sorry all the beer tis sold out Try whiskey or vodka, ten years in the wood" Says I, "I'll try cider, I heard that it's good" Oh never, oh never...

Lemme tell you a little story About a man named Johnny Tarr He was a hard drinking son of a preacher Always at the bar Lager from the tap Or shots of Paddy from the shelf He could open his throttle And throw back a bottle As quick as the Devil himself, Johnny Tarr And the word got around That Johnny Tarr was no pretender From Claire to here they'd lock up the beer When Johnny went on a bender ...

I'll tell me ma when I go home, The boys won't leave the girls alone. They pull my hair, they stole my comb, But that's all right 'til I go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, She's the belle of Belfast City, She is courtin', a one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she? Now Albert Mooney says he loves her, All the boys are fighting for her. Knocking on the door and ringing on the b...

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Well in the merry month of June, From my home I started,?Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,?Saluted father dear, Kissed me darlin' mother,?Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,?Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,?I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,?In a brand new pair of brogues, Rattling o'er the bogs,?And frightened all the dogs...