I've been a wild rover for many?s a year And Ive spent all me money on whiskey and beer, And now I?m returning with gold in great store, And I never willplay
Another teenage innocent, Another head on the wall. Another notch on his bedpost, Another victim to fall. Another name from his black book, Another face
There's a smile upon my face And I fell so warm inside And my mind keeps wandering into space On a cloud called number 9 I am floating Whenever I think
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I can't help myself from falling I can feel it in my bones It's the truth I've heard a calling. Oh, so far away from home (Hey, sing it) Chorus: We'll
In the merry month of June from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted, Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother, Drank
In the town of Kilkenny when the great row was raging And poor little Jimmy Murphy was the last to be taken CHORUS: We're far from the last rout From
Weighing down, weighing down on my soul. Weighing down, weighing down on my soul. Weighing down, weighing down on my soul. Ask any man on the street
I was born in a country where people admire Their great sporting heroes and how they aspire To stand upon mountains and always be winners And never give
Everytime that I go looking around, And great exceptions regrettably can never be found. Though you're my one and only crown jewel, Close inspection bothers
In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprenticed to trade I was bound Many an hours sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town A sad misfortune
Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu. We're goin' away from the Holy Ground and the girls we all love true. We will sail the salt seas
So, fare the well My own true love I think of you night and day. Fare well to old Ireland Good bye to you balastrant No time to look back Facing the
You licked an ice cream As we sat in a fountain stream The coins sparkled and gleamed In your beam You raised an eyebrow And unknowingly caused a row
Areir ?s me ?g tearnnamh ar neoin Ar a? dtaobh eile ?en teora seo thios Do thaobhnaigh an speirbhean im chomhair Dfhaig taomanac, breote, lag tinn Le
Ma non fai un po' fatica dietro quella giacca scura con quel cappio al collo scusa non hai pieta di te e non vedi quel sorriso da campagna elettorale
Fordítás: Nagy Ország. Witness A király.
Fordítás: Nagy Ország. Királyi papság.