Torramh an Bhairille (Wake of the Barrel) — Irish. It's a delight to be at a Ballymacoda wake. No one is turned away withou… Toss the Turk — "One evening lately I dressed up nately, With Sunday clothes, plug had and all.… Tossed and Driven (The Poor Pilgrim) — "I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, I am left in this wide world to roam... I've st… Tossing of the Hay — The singer goes out on a summer morning and sees a beautiful girl tossing her h… Touch Not the Cup — "Touch not the cup, it is death to the soul... Many I know that have quaffed fr… Toura for Sour Buttermilk — "Toura for sour buttermilk Belleek for the brandy The Commons was the divil's h… Tout Pitit Negresse — Creole French: "Tout pitit Negresse en bas bayou, A-pe laver chimise ye' mama! … The Town I Loved So Well — The singer recalls growing up in hard times in "the town I loved so well." He f… The Town o' Arbroath — "Although far awa frae my ain native heather, And thousands o' miles across the… The Town of Antrim — The singer bids farewell to Ireland; he will wander "far from Paddy's green cou…