's going on in the world today? Can it be a way I pronounce my age? Like, hey lil' mama, Come my way, Heard you clean up good, baby, Be my maid, Oh,
fair maid dwelling And every youth cried Well Away her name was Barbara Allen Twas in the merry month of May when all green buds were swelling Young William on
, Redman is milk like two tits I stay, freshly dipped with the nine And a clip on my hip, money grip, no bullshit I tic-tac on small cracks, I'm all that
ewe milkin', Women and bairns are heartless and wae. Sighin' and moanin' on ilka green loanin', The flowers of the forest are all wede away. recorded by Hickerson on
didnae, I didnae LEAVE THE CAPTIOL EXIT THE ROMAN SHELL Then you know you must leave the capitol Pan resides in welsh green masquerades On welsh cat
aft times I've been cheery Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes It was there that I lost my dearie. But I'll pit on my goon o green It's a forsaken token That
just keep on runnin' Keep on runnin' Tequila Sunrise It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin' on
pass me by and won't come in I wish my baby, it was born Smiling on his daddy's knee And I a poor girl, dead and gone And the green grass growing over
green Walking on velvet green, Scot's pine growing Isn't it rare to be taking the air? Singin', walking on velvet green Walking on velvet green, distant
wind, well it's your song, and it's your dream. Would you like, to turn the page; fight the dragon, or find your maid, Makin' merry at the village green
in vain I wish I was a maid again But a maid again I'll never be Till cherries grow on an apple tree I wish my baby it was born And smiling on it's
: I used to be a rovin' lad. A rovin' an' wanderin' life I had. On any lass I'd frown, who would try to tie me down. But then one day, I saw a maid, Who
canopy in red, Needing repair. [BOTH] I think you were there. [MRS. NORDSTROM] The local village dance on the green-- Remember? [MR. LINDQUIST
) My heart is wae, and unco wae, To think upon the raging sea, That roars between her gardens green An the bonie lass of Albanie. This lovely maid
The Lass O' Ballochmyle (Robert Burns) 'Twas even: the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang, The zeghyr wanton
last! Day being past, night coming on, Says she, "My dear,'tis first to bed let me prepare And then if you do wish to come , My maid shall light you
around my rhymes Black Levi suits, skully caps and boots Wigs with Grecian Formula Got us warnin ya With backslaps, we put on, mack caps Sit in V.I.P.