* The Great Song Of Indifference
* "Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding/Loudly the war cries arise on the gale . . ."
* "It was down by Brannigan's corner, one morning I did stray/I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say . . ."
* "The pale moon was rising above the green mountain/The sun was declining beneath the blue sea . . ."
* "Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass/Come over the hills to your darling . . ."
* "I am a young fellow that's easy and bold/In Castletown conners I'm very well known/And at Newcastle West I've spent many's the note/With Kitty and Judy and Mary . . ."
* "Look out for hirelings, King George of England/Search every kingdom that breeds a slave/For Father Murphy, of the County Wexford/Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave." These are not the opening lines of the song
* "When you honor in song and in story/The names of the patriot men/Whose valor has covered with glory/Full many a mountain and glen . . ."
* "Oh, see the fleet foot host of men/Who speed with faces wan/From farmstead and from fisher's cot/Along the banks of Bann . . ."
* "In Dublin's fair city/Where the girls are so pretty . . ."
* "Twas down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I/There Ireland's lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by . . ."
* "In the County Tyrone in the town of Dungannon/There was many's a ruction myself had a han' in . . ."
* "Dear are her charms to me/Dearer her laughter free/Dearest her constancy . . ." These are not the opening lines of the song.
* "Twas on a dreary New Years' Eve, as shades of night fell down/A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town . . ."
* "Come all you young rebels, and list while I sing/For the love of one's country is a terrible thing . . ."
* "When winter was brawling, o'er high hills and mountains/And dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea . . ."
* "Come single belle and beau, and to me pay attention/Don't ever fall in love, 'tis the Devil's own invention . . ."
* "When on Ramilles' bloody field/The baffled French were forced to yield/The victor Saxon backward reeled ..."
* "When I was a maiden fair and young/On the pleasant banks of Lee/No bird that in the greenwood sung/Was half so blithe and free . . ."
* "Maybe someday I'll go back again to Ireland/If only at the closing of my days . . ."