Green gravel, green gravel
Your grass is so green;
You're the fairest young damsel
I ever have seen.
I washed her, I dressed her
I clothed her in silk,
And I wrote down her name
With a glass pen and ink.
O Kathleen, O Kathleen,
Your true love is dead,
I sent you a letter
To turn back your head.
Home On The Range
Home On The Range
The Enniskillen Dragoons
The Enniskillen Dragoons
The Cobbler
The Cobbler
The Leaving Of Liverpool
The Leaving Of Liverpool
The Holy Ground
The Holy Ground
Botany Bay
Botany Bay
The British Army
Johnson's Motor Car
Johnson's Motor Car
The British Army
The Work Of The Weavers
The Work Of The Weavers
Night Visiting Song
The Lowlands Low