Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Women Of Ireland 
There's a woman in Ireland who'd give me shelter and my fill of ale There's a woman in Ireland who'd prefer my singing to strings being played There's a woman in Ireland who'd prefer me leaping than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod 
There's a woman in Ireland who'd envy me if I got naught but a kiss from a woman at a fair , isn't it strange, and the love I have for them There's a woman I'd prefer more to a battalion, and a hundred of them I will never get And an ugly, swarthy man with no English has a beautiful girl 
There's a woman who would say that if I walked with her I'd get the gold A woman in night dress whose mein is better than herds of cows With a woman who would deafen Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone And I see no cure for my disease but to give up the drink