Goodbye Mick
The Ship it sails in half an hour To cross the broad Atlantic My friends are…
Gortnamona
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona I thought the birds were singing in the…
Grace
As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jail I think about these past…
Grat For Gruel
There was a weaver o’ the North An’ o but he wis cruel The very first…
The Great Hunger
It was in the year 1845A great hunger came o’er the landAnd it was the neglect…
The Great Silkie
An earthly nourice sits and sings And aye she sings by the lily-wean Little ken I…
Greenland Fisheries
There she blows! In eighteen hundred and fortysix Of June the thirteenth day Our gallant ship…
