The snakes they can crawl and the cheetahs they can bawl. And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter. But if you are so proud as to say that's not allowed.
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed. There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head. There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands.
'Twas 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 a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother.
Let grasses grow and waters flow. In a free and easy way,. But give me enough of the rare old stuff. That's made near Galway Bay,. Come gangers all from Donegal,.
Of all the money that e'er I spent. I've spent it in good company. And all the harm that ever I did. Alas, it was to none but me. . And all I've done for want of wit.
When I first came to London, I was only sixteen. With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag. I went down to the dilly to check out the scene. But I soon ended upon the old main drag.
I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,. In Castletown Conner I'm very well known;. In Newcastle West I spent many a night. With Kitty and Judy and Mary..
Farewell to you, my own true love. I am going far, far away. I am bound for California. And I know that I'll return someday. . So fare thee well, my own true love.
On the 4th of July, 1806. We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork. We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks. For the Grand City Hall in New York. .
You gotta walk that mile honey child. You gotta walk that mile honey child. Well, I'll show you what is hip. As we walk down Leeson strip. And I'll do it for the ghost of a smile.
It's of a gentleman soldier as a sentry he did stand. He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand. And then he boldly kissed her and he passed it off as a joke.
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks. There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks. You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze. On a road leading up Glenaveigh.
The cadillac stood by the house. And the yanks they were within. And the tinker boys they hissed advice. 'Hot-wire her with a pin'. Then we turned and shook as we had a look.
Oh Lord, won't you tell me, I'm sure I don't know. Who makes the plans that change our lives so. From a place in the country so peaceful and calm. We moved up to London as the bombs fell around.
Rain makes this house cold, bedroom on the first floor. Winter takes it's toll on me. I'll never give up, I'll never give way. My stubborn side sees light today.
A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing. And the mice were squealing in my prison cell. And that Auld Triangle, went jingle jangle. All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
I can tell by the look in your eyes. That you'r looking for something. Deeper than love I can see. What's on your mind. And I don't give a dawn. Who's looking around.
Now here's the party. It's a party that's funkin'. It's jumpin' and bumpin' the beat. The bad ballroom dance. Pickin' it up with the chance. Find a little buzz because.
He scares easily. It makes him so angry at me. And his head spins around. Just like the exorcist and I. Find it ever so hard to resist his cries. . But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant.