Eboracum’s March Lodge meeting was an Irish-themed event with Irish Songs to the Festive Board Running Order! There was also a Toast to St Patrick.
The dining menu was Potato Soup, Irish Stew and Irish Apple Cake with cream. 😋
I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the yearAnd I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beerBut now I’m returning with gold in great storeAnd I never will play the wild rover no more
And it’s no, nay, neverNo, nay never no moreWill I play the wild roverNo never no more
I went to an alehouse I used to frequentI told the landlady my money was spentI ask her for credit, she answered me naySuch a custom as yours I can have any day
And it’s no, nay, neverNo, nay never no moreWill I play the wild roverNo never no more
I brought from me pocket ten sovereigns brightAnd the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delightShe said:’I have whiskeys and wines of the bestAnd the words that you told me were only in jest’
And it’s no, nay, neverNo, nay never no moreWill I play the wild roverNo never no more
I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve doneAnd I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal sonAnd when they’ve caressed me, as oft times beforeI never will play the wild rover no more
And it’s no, nay, neverNo, nay never no moreWill I play the wild roverNo never no more
And it’s no, nay, neverNo, nay never no moreWill I play the wild roverNo never no more
Molly Malone Lyrics
In Dublin’s fair cityWhere the girls are so prettyI first set my eyes on sweet Molly MaloneAs she wheeled her wheelbarrowThrough streets broad and narrowCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!”
Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”
She was a fishmongerAnd sure ’twas no wonderFor so were her father and mother beforeAnd they both wheeled their barrowsThrough streets broad and narrowCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
She died of a feverAnd no one could save herAnd that was the end of sweet Molly MaloneBut her ghost wheels her barrowThrough streets broad and narrowCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, ohAlive, alive, ohCrying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh