Dominic Behan
Born
in Dublin, Ireland
October 22, 1928
Died
August 03, 1989
Genre
Influences
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Teems of Times and Happy Returns
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published
1961
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3 editions
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Milligan: The Life and Times of Spike Milligan
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published
1988
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3 editions
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The Public World of Parable Jones
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My Brother Brendan
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published
1965
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8 editions
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Ireland Sings
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published
1997
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4 editions
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Tell Dublin I Miss Her
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published
2015
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13 editions
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Tell Dublin I miss her
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[Posterity be Damned: Programme
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Teems of times & happy returns
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BMy brother Brendan.
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“Come all you young rebels and list while I sing
For the love of one's country is a terrible thing
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame
And it makes us all part of their pattriot game.”
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For the love of one's country is a terrible thing
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame
And it makes us all part of their pattriot game.”
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“CROOKED JACK"
"Come Irishmen both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than in working down a hole
I was tall and true all of 6 foot 2
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack
The ganger's blue-eyed boy
Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long
I've seen men old before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
But I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined the self-same way
I curse the day I went away
To work on the hydro dams
Our sweat and tears, our hopes and fears
Bound up in shuttering jams
They say that honest toil is good
For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down the hole”
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"Come Irishmen both young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than in working down a hole
I was tall and true all of 6 foot 2
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack
The ganger's blue-eyed boy
Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long
I've seen men old before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
But I never thought so soon would mine
Be lined the self-same way
I curse the day I went away
To work on the hydro dams
Our sweat and tears, our hopes and fears
Bound up in shuttering jams
They say that honest toil is good
For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down the hole”
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