Lyrics
Óró sé do Beatha Bhaile
‘Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,
Do b’ é ár gcreach thú bheith i ngéibheann,
Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach,
Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,
Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,
Gaeil iad féin is ní Frainc ná Spáinnigh,
Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, (x3)
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam,
Mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch,
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, (x3)
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
Wherever I Lay My Hat That’s My Home
By the look in your eye I can tell you’re gonna cry
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I’m not worth it, you see
For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam
Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home
I’m telling you that’s my home
You had romance, did you break it by chance
Over me?
If it’s so I’d like for you to know
That I’m not worth it, you see
For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam, mm
Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home
Mm, that’s my home
Oh, you keep telling me, you keep telling me I’m your man
What do I have to do to make you understand?
For I’m the type of guy who gives girl the eye
Everybody knows.
But I love them and I leave them
Break their hearts and deceive them everywhere I go
Don’t you know that I’m the…
Going Home
Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m a goin’ home;
Quiet-like, some still day, I’m jes’ goin’ home.
It’s not far, jes’ close by,
Through an open door;
Work all done, care laid by,
Goin’ to fear no more.
Mother’s there ‘spectin’ me,
Father’s waitin’ too;
Lots o’ folk gather’d there,
All the friends I knew,
All the friends I knew.
Home, I’m goin’ home!
Nothin lost, all’s gain,
No more fret nor pain,
No more stumblin’ on the way,
No more longin’ for the day,
Goin’ to roam no more!
Mornin’ star lights the way,
Res’less dream all done;
Shadows gone, break o’ day,
Real life jes’ begun.
There’s no break, there’s no end,
Jes’ a livin’ on;
Wide awake, with a smile
Goin’ on and on.
Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m jes’ goin’ home,
goin’ home, goin’ home, goin’ home!
The Old House
Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood
They call back to memory those happy days of yore
Gone are the old folk the house stands deserted
No light in the window no welcome at the door
Here’s where the children played games on the heather
Here’s where they sailed their wee boats on the burn
Where are they now? Some are dead some have wandered
No more to their home shall those children return
Lonely’s the house now and lonely the moorland
The children are scattered the old folk are gone
Why stand I here like a ghost and a shadow?
‘Tis time I was movin’ ’tis time I passed on
Home on the Range
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
The red man was pressed from this part of the west
It’s not likely he’ll ever return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
His flickering campfires still burn
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
What do you think of when you think of home?
Is it a place? Is it people?
How does ‘Home’ make you feel?
Do you/ did you ever make an alternative ‘Home’ such as a ‘den’ in a cupboard or build a treehouse?
Do you/did you play ‘houses’ with your teddy bears/ dolls? Do you have a doll house? Do you ever build houses out of Lego or alternative?
Do you like to draw pictures of houses? What do you imagine your home of the future might look like?
Home has hearts and hugs and everything. Laura, age 6, Wicklow Town.
