Brian Dunphy

How can the small flowers grow
If the wild winds blow
And the cold snow is all around
Where will the frail birds fly
If their home on high
Have been t...

Oh, the summertime has come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
The wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And w...

Then off to reap the corn
And leave where I was born
I cut a stout black thorn
For to banish ghosts and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues
To rattle ...