the finest cardboard made a home that was fit for me We sit on the stair at Leicester Square from 7 o'clock till ten Then round the back of the Connaught House for
What should we do with the drunken sailor 3x early in the morning Ho hey up she rises 3x early in the morning Hoist him aboard with a running bowline
Ain't gonna work on the railroad Ain't gonna work on the farm, Gonna lay 'round the track till the mail train comes back Then I'll roll in my sweet
would melt heart of stone They took three locks of her yellow hair and weeded strings for that harp so rare All the things played beneath the bone and surely know, her tears
you new-wedded lord, To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O. What care I for my house and land? What care I for my money,O? What care I for my
for so much beauty it's a flower that must decay like the rose that blooms in Summer when Winter comes it fades away What do I care for golden riches what do I care for
Close to Banbridge town, in the county Down One morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by; She looked
the golden hair, I have gold and I have silver, I have lands beyond compare. I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand. I will buy
Left him up and carry him along Fire Maringo, fire him away Lay him in the hole where he belong Fire Maringo, fire him away Lay him down in the hole
divil the one did hear us. She took me horse by the bridle and the bit And she led him to the stable ( repeat ) Saying "There's plenty of oats for
`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground wheron she stands I walk to the Clyde for
you make plans It's time to ring some changes I'm going to tear this mansion down Get my feet back on the ground Penny for penny and pound for pound
, and what is Wrang, by the law? What is Right, and what is Wrang? A short sword and a lang, A weak arm and a strang, for to draw! What makes heroic
Methinks I see a host of craft Spreading their sails alee Down the Humber they do glide All bound for the Northern Sea Me thinks I see on each small
on evening for to be and that was the beginning of my own true love and me well I asked her for a candle for tolight me up to bed and likewise for a
When I was a wee thing and easy led astray It's before I would work, I would rather sport and play It's before I would work, I would rather sport and
Tercüme: Biralar Tears For. Raggle Taggle Gypsy.
Tercüme: Biralar Tears For. Gül Of Bankalar.
