Tell me the legends of long ago 

When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose 

Play me the melodies I want to know 

So I can teach my children, oh 



Pray tell me the story of young CuChulainn 

How his eyes were dark his expression sullen 

And how he'd fight and always won 

And how they cried when he was fallen 



Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land 

And how her sons died at her own hand 

And how fools obey commands 

Oh tell me the legends of long ago 



Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea 

Will she no come back to me 

Will she no come back to me 



Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling 

Far away you rolling river 

Roll down the mountain side 

On down on down go lassie go 



Oh Tell me the legends of long ago 

When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose 

Play me the melodies so I might know 

So I can tell my children, oh 



My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love 

It was a joy that Joyce brought to me 

Wild William Butler Yeats 

And Oscar, he's going Wilde 



Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan? 

Looking for a girl with green eyes 

My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen 

That Georgie knows Best 



But Van is the man 

Starvation once again 

Drinking whiskey in the jar-o 

Synge's Playboy of the Western World 



As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there 

Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea 

Is such a long, long way from Tipperary