With solstice here we'll celebrate. This sacred time and have much cheer. We will bring warmth and we'll bring light. Unto the darkest time of year. The mistletoe will be cut down.
It's in the evening after dark. When the blackleg miner creeps to work,. With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt,. There goes the blackleg miner.. Well, he grabs his duds and down he goes,.
Late last night when the squire came home. Inquiring for his lady. Some denied and some replied. She's gone with the Black Jack Davey. . Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed.
Alison Gross that lives in yon tower. The ugliest witch in the North Country. Has trysted me one day up to her bower. And many a fair speech she made to me.
Late last night when the squire came home. Inquiring for his lady. Some denied and some replied. She's gone with the Black Jack Davy. . Go saddle to me the bonny brown steed.
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?. Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?. Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?. Saw ye Geordie's grace riding on a goosie?.
Alison Gross that lives in yon tower. The ugliest witch in the North Country. Has trysted me one day up to her bower. And many a fair speech she made to me.
All around my hat I will wear the green willow. All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day. And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it.
Take out the papers and the trash. Or you don't get no spendin' cash. If you don't scrub that kitchen floor. You ain't gonna rock and roll no more. Yakety yak (don't talk back).
I saw her standin' on the corner. A yellow ribbon in her hair. I couldn't stop myself from shoutin'. "Look a-there, look a-there". "Look a-there, look a-there".
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute let me understand. . While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand. . Your tellin' me about the boy next door.
I was shopping for a suit the other day. And walked into the department store. Stepped on the elevator and told the girl. "Dry goods floor". . When I got off, a salesman come up to me.
I plopped down in my easy chair and turned on Channel Two. A bad gunslinger called Salty Sam was chasin' poor Sweet Sue. He trapped her in the old sawmill and said with an evil laugh.
Down in the Mexicali. There's a crazy little place that I know. Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce. And the boss is a cat named Joe. . He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pi-anna.
I woke up on a cement floor this mornin',. My head felt like somebody been walkin' on it,. Don't know how I got here,. Don't remember nothin' at all,.
Wild wild young men they like to have a good time. They chase too many women they drink to much wine. Going for a wild ride stomping on the gas. Walking on the wild side living way too fast.