For Boston for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston. For Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fame. For here are all one and our hearts are true. And the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue..
Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street. A gentle Irishman mighty odd. He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet. To rise in the world he carried a hod.
In the town of Milton one. Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent. Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again,. Bought a three decker with two floors for rent.
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -. Riot tonight everybody let's go gonna start a fight but with who I don't know (2x). chorus: Doesn't take a big man to knock somebody down just a little courage to lift him off the ground.
Come all you gallant heroes,. And along with me combined. I'll sing a song, it won't take long,. Of the fighting sixty ninth. They're a band of men brave, stout and bold,.
Riot tonight everybody let's go!. Gonna start a fight but with who? I don't fucking know. Riot tonight everybody let's go!. Gonna start a fight but with who? I don't fucking know.
Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast. For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased. With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death. It's American soil I hope for at best.
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling. Michael, they have taken you away,. For you stole Trevelyan's corn,. So the young might see the morn.
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by. My mind was bent on rambling to Boston I did fly. I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind.
The barrel fire's fading. My pals are disappearing. Another night is passing but I won't go. It's 2AM at townie. And things are going my way. Three buds, a glove and a foot of snow.
Have you ever had a family. Or a friend that drove you crazy,. Or a foe or a neighbor. Without noxious fool of lazy?. . The type of guy you'd cross six lanes.
Have we been blind. Have we been lied to. Best keep our eyes open. From now on. There's no peace of mind. When the war's inside you. It feels like something's broken.
Your eyes are burning low. As you look out on this morning. But your eyes will return. To their former glory. . Though the cold north wind may blow. It's all sound and fury.
For a moment there. I could've swore I knew where I was going. For a moment there. I was in my room. Following the music. Never knowing. If it was going anywhere.
I feel for the driver. In the aftermath. Of a child who chased a ball. Across his path. For the ones involved. And the most unloved I feel. I feel for the driver.
How I hate to see you this way. I feel for you, Love. Is there nothing I can say. To cheer you up?. . For I see your face. Is filled with so much sorrow.
First chance I get I'm gonna write you a letter. And tell you everything I'm feeling. First chance I get I'm going to make it better. Then we can both start healing.
I used to get away with so much. Now I can't get away. I even thought that it was simple. To say the things I wanted to say. . And you told me. Everything I wanted to hear.
I used to get away with so much. Now I can't get away. I even thought that it was simple. To say the things I wanted to say. . And you told me. Everything I wanted to hear.
I used to get away with so much. Now I can't get away. I even thought that it was simple. To say the things I wanted to say. . And you told me. Everything I wanted to hear.