So now I am tired of foreign lands &
I'll cross oe'r the sea.
To join the group of friendship's On the slopes of gallantry.
& as I pass by Leary's cross. the
boys will welcome me
Likewise the men of rebel Cork
down. E's. L. L.

This song was composed by Rev Father Norris P.P. It was composed for a concert
Air. "God save Ireland"We've assembled in New York
Exiles all from rebel Cork
And we're proud of the flag that oer us waves
But to-night our memories turn to the spot where we were born
And home to friends and faith we will return at lastChorus
"Up Up Newmarket" said the exile
"Up Up Newmarket" cried we all
"Whether here we shall remain or return home again

For white or black or brown or red
He didn't give a pin
Guno Garabaldie [?] or jumping Jim
Don George, a haughty college cock
He slugged him like a bee
And the victor still is Erin's son
Bold Dan O MahonyAnd now he's settled down in life
He's wed a sweet colleen
Of Erin's stock from rebel Cork
That townland of Coomkeen
May God his great and giving hand
Spread oe'r and make serene
The home and lot of Dan o' man
Bold Dan O Mahony

(i):
O God bless you brave Tipperary
And smile on rebel Cork,
And God bless every Irishman
from Roscrea to New York.
You may travel Ireland over
From Lough Foyle to Bantry Bay
And you will find no men more noble
Than the boys of old Roscrea.
(ii)
Meet them singly or together
See their dark and flashing eyes,
And you'll know each heart is

I
God bless o the Bold Tipperary and shine down on Rebel Cork
God bless every Irish boy from Roscrea to New York.
If you travelled Ireland o'er from Lough Foyle to Bantry Bay
You would meet no men more nobler
Than the boys of Sweet Roscrea.
II
Meet them single or together
See their dark and flashing eyes
You would know their hearts were throbbing
For to see dear Ireland rise
For to rise and drive the Grant
From our native land away
And to rise the dear old banner
Once again ore sweet Roscrea.

This song was composed
by Jermiah M. Barry.
I
How many years have passed
Since first I saw that name
When freedom's sons in rebel Cork
Staked all in freedom's game.
II
Dunhallow's son and e'er her pride
Was in the vanguard then
And bravely sang of Erin's woe's
To rouse her fighting men.
III
Another minstrel in the south
Twixt Lee and Avondhu
You kept our banner to the fore
'Gainst many with the few.
IV

Air - "God Save Ireland"
I
We have travelled from New York.
Exiles all from rebel Cork.
And we're proud of the flag that o'er us waves.
For to-night our memories turn.
To the spot where we were born.
To the town that never, never nurtured slaves.
Chorus.
Up, Up Newmarket cried the exile,
Up, Up Newmarket say we all.
Whether we shall here remain.
Or return home again.
May Newmarket ever rise and never fall.
II
In the charming Island Wood
Where with pride we often stood.
Gazing on the scenic beauties all around
Or in rambling up Scarteen, Barleyhill and Meens between.
Oh; what pleasure and contentment there we found.
Chorus

We're assembled in New York
Exiles all from rebel Cork
And we're proud of the flag that o'er us waves
For to night out memories turn
To the spot where we were born
To that dear old land that never nurtured slaves Chorus
Up! Up! Newmarket cried the exiles
Up! Up! Newmarket cry we all
Whether we shall here remain
Or return home again
May Newmarket ever rise and never fall. 2. In the charming Island Wood
When with joy we often stood
Gazing at the scene of beauty all around
And rambling up Scarteen
Barley Hill and Meens between
Oh! what pleasure and contentment there we found Chorus

There's a lovely spot in Erin, where the fields are ever green,
Of all the lands I've ever travelled, its the fairest I have seen.
Its that old townland in Rebel Cork, where I bade my friends good bye,
When I crossed the broad Atlantic, from my Home in Killavoy.
II
Above its virgin pastures Mount Hillary peaks so blue,
Look down upon the valley where the Glen grows softly through
How often on its grassy banks I played in days gone- by,
Oh! my friends were all around me in my Home in Killavoy.
III
There the lads are brave and daring and the girls are all true,
How well the helped the flying column when they fought for Roisin Dubh.
And when before the Black-in-tans our heroes had to fly,
They came and they found shelter in our Homes in Killavoy.
IV
Oh! my heart is grieved to leave it but the Free State would not give,
To Erin's sons and daughters an honest way to live.
I hope that on her future days, when Erin's flag rolls high,
Proclaiming a Republic I'll go back to Killavoy.
This song was composed by Christy Callaghan about his native townland, Killavoy. He has long since imigrated to America.

I
Now, here's to Donegal with her peoples fair and tall,
To Antrim, to Leitrim, and Derry,
To Cavan and to Louth, to Carlow in the south,
To Waterford, Longford, and Kerry.
Chorus.
So gink your glasses, gink,
'Tis a toast we all must drink,
Let everybody join in the chorus;
For old Ireland is our home;
And no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to that dear old land that bore us.
II
Now here's to old Tyrone, where O'Neill long held his own,
To Monahan, Fermanagh, and Kildare boys,
Here is to the stroke that broke the fatal Saxon yoke,
Sure you all know the brave Co Clare boys.
Chorus.
III
Then here's to Rebel Cork the next city to New York
Here is to Roscommon bright and airy,
Here is to West Meath where tyrants scarce can breathe,
Now here is to unconquered Tipperary.
Chorus.

Who died our land to free
Or the town that Captain Mackey robbed
Down Erins Lovely LeeWhen they saw our banners floating
Their cheeks grew deadly pale
Old Erins sons look up their guns
And our little boats set sail
With eighteen hundred rifles
And ayonets sixty three
We gave three cheers for Mackey brave
Down Erin's Lovely LeeAs I was leaving Ireland
I came by sweet Kildare
And if I don't make a great mistake
Wolfe Tone lay sleeping there
I came around by Dublin town
And passed Glasnevin too
'Tis there bold Robert Emmett lies
A patriot so trueSo now I'm tired of foreign lands
I think I'll cross the sea
To greet and grasp a Fenian's hands
On the slopes of Muskerry
And when I pass by Old Peake Cross
The girls will welcome me
Like wise the men of Rebel Cork
Down Erin's Lovely Lee

God bless you brave Tipperary,
And smile down on rebel Cork,
God bless each gallant Irishman,
From Roscrea to New York.
If you searched dear Ireland over
You'll not find men more noble
Than the men of old Roscrea.Meet them singly or together
See their dark and flashing eyes
Sure you'd know each heart was throbbing
To see dear Ireland rise
To rise and chase the tyrant
From their native land away
And to raise the gold green banner
Once again in old Roscrea.They battled for their country
On the ramparts of Athlone,
And fought with gallant Sarsfield
Around Limerick's Treaty stone
They slew the Dutch in thousands
In red Aughrim's bloody fray
And the first that sprang to action
Were the men of old Roscrea.