Farewell, ye dungeons dark and drear,. Farewell, farewell to ye,. MacPherson's live will no be long. Round yonder gallows-tree.. . Say rantingly and say wantonly,.
It's 4am and we're sailing away. from the port that we call home. I feel a pain that I cannot explain. a feeling I know all too well. Tears won't help but I weep anyway.
What's the news? What's the news? O my bold Shelmalier,. With your long-barrelled gun, of the sea?. Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here.
It was down by Brannigan's corner one morning I did stray.. I met a fellow rebel and to me he did say. He had orders from our Captain to assemble at Dunbar.
Chorus:. And it's home boys, home!. Home I'd like to be, home for a while, in me own country. Where the oak and the ash and the bonny elm tree. Are all a-growin' green in me own country.
Well Mary was a lass. From the lower class. She was an Irish emigree. When she arrived in New York. In a kitchen she found work. Cooking meals in the Bowery.
You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers,. The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers;. Or any other regiment that's lyin' far awa'.
Our troop was made ready at the dawn of the day. From lovely Enniskillen they were marching us away.. They put us then on board a ship to cross the raging main,.
In the streets of London. Not long ago in a time. The same gaslight to light your path. Would leave shadows to hide the crime. . The drunks who were sick or asleep.
The two of us just sitting here together in this room. Everything the way that it should be. You see the way I look at you it makes you turn away. But then I catch you looking back at me.
I had breakfast with St. Swithin. He was waiting on a train. He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy,. I won't be through this way again.". I said, "There's a certain one, and.
Oh, father why are you so sad. On this bright Easter morn'. When Irish men are proud and glad. Of the land that they were born?. Oh, son, I see in mem'ries few.
Morning came through my window. Didn't stop to say hello. Quickly made way for afternoon. Afternoon stuck around. Only 'till the sun went down. Suddenly I'm staring at the moon.
Well, here I am from Paddy's land, the land of high renown.. I broke the hearts of all the girls for miles from Keady Town;. and when they hear that I'm awa', they'll raise a hullaballoo.
Say it again,. this is disco I don't need no reason. but it's time to cut you down to size. Your feet are moving heavy and you're way too slow. To the beat pretty baby and we'll let you know.
And this will slowly fade out; this song was made for breakdowns. And this will slowly fade out, this will slowly fade out. . I know its hot in here but hold me, its cold without your touch.
1 kleiner Jägermeister war nicht gern allein,drum lud er sich zum Weihnachtsfest 9 Jägermeister ein.. . 10 kleine Jägermeister rauchten einen Joint,. den einen hat es umgehau'n, da waren's nur noch 9..
(Campino). Ich fhle mich wohl, mir wird ganz warm. und die Welt fngt sich an zu drehn. als wenn ein starker Sonnenstrahl. sich ber meine Seele legt. Ich fliege auf einem Wolkenmeer.