Tishialuk girls are neat and tidy, Tishialuk girls it won't last long,. Tishialuk girls they will be useful when Sam Cove is dead and gone.. . Aunt Rae wants me to wed her daughter, takes me from my heart's delight,.
On top of the world, on top of it all, trying to feel invincible. Dying on top of the world. I remember the nights. Caught up in dreaming my 'goodbyes'.
Hearken to me both high and low. I'll sing for you a song. Of Kings and Queens, and rose-lipped maidens. Courting light foot lads. Now love is grand, when love is new.
In cuttin' and haulin' in frost and in snow. We're up against troubles that few people know. It's only by courage and patience and grit. And eatin' plain food that we keep ourselves fit.
(Traditional - Arr. GBS). . The first good joy that Mary had. It was the joy of one. To see her own son Jesus Christ. When He was first of son. When He was first of son, good man.
I was just the age of sixteen. When I first went on the drive. After six months hard labour. At home I did arrive. And courted with a pretty girl. 'Twas her caused me to roam.
And the old black rum's got a hold on me. Like a dog wrapped round my leg. And the old black rum's got a hold on me. Will I live for another day? Hey.
Oh, the night that Paddy Murphy died. Is a night, I'll never forget. Some of the boys got loaded drunk. And they ain't got sober yet. . Well, I said some of the boys got loaded drunk.
The Mermaid by Great Big Sea. When I was a lad in a fishin' town. My old man said to me:. "You can spend your life, your jolly life. Just sailin' on the sea..
CHORUS:. Oh won't you come along with me love. Come along with me!. Come for one night and be my wife. And come along with me. Well it is of the jolly butcher as you might plainly see.
Written by Ron Angel. CHORUS:. And its go boys go. They'll time your every breath. And every day in this place your two days near to death. But you go....
Pushin' out the thorns. Lettin' in the sun. Try to struggle free. Of your gravity. Measured our time in cigarette stains. And our teeth are callused with thick layers of milk.
Everyone's trying to hide their love. Ambition that they glibly speak of. Late at night, you're a white knight. . Well I know, I know, I know. I've never seen you like this before.
The city yawns and stretches. There's songs to sing. With the voice of elder and the young ones slept. Heavy eyes that see clear but can still dream. And this feeling irks me.
You can pick me up in front of my home. I'll be standing there in a black coat. By a telephone pole. I'll wave you down. If you can't see me. Cause I've seen your face before.
Give in. What you think I'm feeling. . Open your eye's up to. You're pulling me down in. Look through. Where you've seen so many. . Into your water blue.
Once upon a time I made a choice to never have a chance. Now every single day I can't escape the sound of my regrets. Another little misfit with an ending that is bitter sweet.
I'm getting pissed and I'll try to explain. Hard to believe that it happened this way. One day I was out at the cemetery. And this dumb motherfucker was taking a leak.
Chainsaw wielding fiends, feast well while the demon sings. Cannibalistic freaks say, welcome to the bottom of the food chain. Look who's stalking now, the next victim in a towel.
I've built up this collection, souvenirs from years. Of missed connections, I'm giving it all away. So here's a ripped up picture and here's an unused ticket.