The Boston Burglar
I was born and raised in Boston A place you all know well Brought up by…
Boston Rose
Now the autumn leaves are falling And the tourists have all gone And the children They…
Botany Bay (1)
Farewell to your bricks and mortar Farewell to your dirty lies Farewell to your gangers and…
Botany Bay (2)
Farewell to old England for ever Farewell to my rum culls as well And farewell to…
Bottle Of Smoke
Thanks and praises Thanks to Jesus I bet on the Bottle of Smoke I went to…
Boulavogue
At Boulavogue as the sun was setting On the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar A rebel…
The Boys Of Fairhill
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill The smell on Patrick’s Bridge is wicked…
The Boys Of Killybegs
There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal And her fishermen are hardy,…