Dear Old City By The Lea Lyrics
Irish folk song.- I have no idea who wrote this mighty Cork song, no chords at present.
There's two songs hear of the same name. The first was recorded by Jimmy Crowly
and the second by Billa O'Connell.
Dear old city by the Lee
What I would not give to be
Roaming home by your sunny hills and dales
Listening to those merry chimes
As we did in days gone by
When our hearts were full of liberty
Montenotte and St.Lukes they might attract your looks
Fair Lane, Barrack Street and Evergreen
From the courthouse to the college
They teach diffetern sorts of knowledge
And yet half of Cork you have not seen
And so they say there is a famed coal quay
Where the restaurants are famous for pigs feet
Where you'll get a feather bed and a fine feed of pigs head
But don't forget to pay before you leave
In the merry month of June, at the rising of the moon
As we strolled up Shandon Street to Blackpool
Where they have medals by the score, won eight counties in a row
So here's to the boys of sweet Blackpool
Tipperary, Limerick, Clare, all mighty hurlers there
But break they all upon the rocks of Clyne
Where our darling hurlers roves, deadly terror to his foes
Pay tribute to Cork's own Christy Ring
Although he's fairly small, he's the greatest of them all
And his fame in every county is wide-spread
And a little God he is on the north side of the Lee
Barrack Street and Evergreen now bend the knee.
And now before we finish, we'll have a pint of Beamish
Murphy and Guinness is good too
But I'll never forget the oil
That I met with Connie Doyle
On the night we won the county cup.
There's two songs hear of the same name. The first was recorded by Jimmy Crowly
and the second by Billa O'Connell.
Dear old city by the Lee
What I would not give to be
Roaming home by your sunny hills and dales
Listening to those merry chimes
As we did in days gone by
When our hearts were full of liberty
Montenotte and St.Lukes they might attract your looks
Fair Lane, Barrack Street and Evergreen
From the courthouse to the college
They teach diffetern sorts of knowledge
And yet half of Cork you have not seen
And so they say there is a famed coal quay
Where the restaurants are famous for pigs feet
Where you'll get a feather bed and a fine feed of pigs head
But don't forget to pay before you leave
In the merry month of June, at the rising of the moon
As we strolled up Shandon Street to Blackpool
Where they have medals by the score, won eight counties in a row
So here's to the boys of sweet Blackpool
Tipperary, Limerick, Clare, all mighty hurlers there
But break they all upon the rocks of Clyne
Where our darling hurlers roves, deadly terror to his foes
Pay tribute to Cork's own Christy Ring
Although he's fairly small, he's the greatest of them all
And his fame in every county is wide-spread
And a little God he is on the north side of the Lee
Barrack Street and Evergreen now bend the knee.
And now before we finish, we'll have a pint of Beamish
Murphy and Guinness is good too
But I'll never forget the oil
That I met with Connie Doyle
On the night we won the county cup.
Dear old city by The Lee lyrics
Woman wearing a Cork G.A.A. Jersey playing guitar
Born above off Blarney Street
When the century was a child
When half a mile from Grand Parade
You could roam the countryside
As a boy I clasped my mother's hand
As old Cork went up in flames
In those dark days brave men came forth
May we never cease to cherish their names.
Chorus.
Dear old city by The Lee
Has filled my mind with memories
Where ere I roam my heart will be
In dear old city by The Lee.
I worked down on the old quay side
When the job was shoveling coal
My dad my two brothers sign
Like thousands like them for their dole
The only answer was to leave
To take the Innisfallen way
There were Christmas cards from Dagenham
Those who made it home would proudly say
Dear old city by The Lee
Has filled my mind with memories
Where ere I roam my heart will be
In dear old city by The Lee.
We danced in The Arcadian
And how we loved beneath the stars
On match days down the park we'd shout
For Rockies Glen and Saint Finbar's
We split the sub on Dublin Hill
Summer nights we spent in Yaughal
Was there I met Eileen O'Shae
Those were the sweetest days of all.
Dear old city by The Lee
Has filled my mind with memories
Where ere I roam my heart will be
In dear old city by The Lee.
I'd walk each and hallowed lane
From the lock Farranree
I've seen so many changes come
To my hometown by the Lee
Now my limbs have grown too old
For Shandon's Clock has chimed it's years
But if I'm called I'll not complain
If one more time that song I would hear
