Lyrics: A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird Bbb-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is...
Lyrics: Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Step it out Mary, if you can Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Show your legs to the countryman In the village of Killdoran There's a maiden young and fair Her eyes were shone like diamonds She had long and golden hair The countryman came riding He came to her father's gate Mounted on a milk-white stallion He came at the stroke of eight I've come to wed your daughter, Mary of the golden hair I have goods and I have money I have wealth beyond compare And I'll buy her silks and satins And a gold rings for her hand I will build for her a mansion; She'll have servants to command [Chorus]x2 Kind sir I have another I have pledged at him my hand I don't want your goods nor money I don't want your wealth and land Mary's father spoke up sharply: You will do as you are told You will marry here next Sunday You will wear the ring of gold [Chorus]x2 In the village of Killdoran There's a deep stream running by You'll find Mary there at midnight She'll be trying to see her boy In the village there'll be music And you'll hear her father say Step it out Mary, my fine daughter Sunday is your wedding day [Chorus]x4
Lyrics: I wandered in time till I found myself thinking, Of young children playing at the dawning of spring; They sang merry songs like The Wind In The Willows, T'was then that I found myself back home again. The days that we spent in the boat with our father, Too young for to help at a very young age; Watching with care as they worked on the water, Those memories still linger on warm summer days. It was oft in the evening with friends in the harbour, I'd join in a game to pass time away; Like angels in heaven you'd hear sounds of laughter, Till night crept upon us to end one more day. Then on Sunday morning we'd walk to the chapel, To count up our blessings for all we receive; And give thanks to the Lord for good health and well-being, In return for our fortunes and what we believe. And when we'd return we'd join in a session, And enjoy all the tunes and songs that we share; Then our mother would call us to move to the kitchen, To eat at the table that she had prepared. The scenes of my childhood I'll always remember, Those memories still linger and fill me with joy; Those days are long gone but they'll ne'er be forgotten, By friends and companions of days long gone by.
Lyrics: There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, Where the girls of Limerick are much too pretty; Joe Cooley's Reel on accordion, Like the blues with the touch of O'Carolan. Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, On the banks of the Hudson, the Thames, and the Liffey; Some are sober wearing Pioneer pins, Some drink like fish you can see their fins. Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. [Interlude] There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, Young man, this is Mikey — Hey! Have you seen Kitty? My love she sailed across the foam, I ain't had no lover since she's been gone. Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, They all play for nothing so put something in the kitty; I threw up with a wolfhound's bark Threw it a bone, it took me to heart Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. Livin' on the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City.
Lyrics: Ya alligator, ya space-invader, ya swamp-dweller making your rounds ya agitator, i'll see ya later don't stand so close to my ground ya alligator, ya space-invader ya bottom-feeder making your rounds ya alligator, ya space-invader, you start your movin' Ya alligator x 4 Start your moving, or get your schooling but stop your foolin' around ya agitator, ya trouble-maker don't stand so close to my ground Start your movin' or get your schooling but stop your foolin' around Ya alligator, ya space-invader you better get your movin' Ya alligator x 4 Ya alligator, ya space-invader ya bottom-feeder making your rounds Ya alligator, ya space-invader You start your movin' Ya alligator x 4
Lyrics: Shipped on board a Liverpool liner, Way hey roll on board; Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day, I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown. Miss Sally Brown is a fine young lady, Way hey roll on board; Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day, I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown. Her mother doesn't like the tarry sailor, Way hey roll on board; Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day, I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown. She wants her to marry the one-legged captain, Way hey roll on board; Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day, I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown. Shipped on board a Liverpool liner, Way hey roll on board; Well, I rolled all night and I rolled all day, I'm gonna spend my money on Sally Brown.
Lyrics: When the sun goes down o'er Dublin town The colors last for hours, oh The lights come on, the night's a song And the streets all turn to gold A gentle mist all heaven kissed Like teardrops off an angel's wing Don't you know you'll cleanse your soul With a walk in the Irish rain Oh, Katherine, take my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain Forever more I've stepped ashore My sailing days are over, oh Time and tide and by your side Together we'll grow old I threw my sea bag in the bin And brought these pretty flowers home Kiss me Kate, we'll celebrate Before the bloom is gone Oh, Katherine, take my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain A tinker and a tailor and a drunken old sailor They all get together and they start to play Time stands still while they sing their fill They'll shout 'til the break of day A sweet little lady with a glass of stout Sippin' it down 'til the foam runs out She'll help her old man home again With a walk in the Irish rain Oh, Katherine, take my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain Oh, Katherine, take my hand I've got three pounds and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain We'll <b>...</b>
Lyrics: It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our dreams come true They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging, All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last I could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you
The Pogues Kirsty maccoll Fairytale Of New York Christmas In Xmas X-mas Irish Ireland Celtic
Lyrics: I was born in the Dublin street Where the loyal drums do beat, And the loving English feet walked all over us; And every single night when me dad would come home tight, He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus: Come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders; Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra. Come tell us how you slew Them ol' Arabs two by two, Like the Zulus they had knives and bows and arrows; Of how bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun, And you frightened all the natives to the marrow. Come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders; Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra. Come let us hear you tell How you slammed the brave Parnell, And taught him well and truly persecuted; Where are the stares and jeers that you proudly let us hear, When our heroes of sixteen were executed. Come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders; Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra. Oh! Come out you British Huns, Come out and fight without your guns, Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry; You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again, So get out of here and take your <b>...</b>
Irish Descendants Descendents Come Out Ye You Black And Tans The
Lyrics: Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention Don't ever fall in love, for 'tis the devil's own invention For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin' Miss Henrietta Bell out in Captain Kelly's kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie At the age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri' used to go sir Her manners were sublime, she set me heart a-twitchin' When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage To the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage Her eyes were full of hate and poison she was spittin' When the Captain at the door, walked straight into the kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial For assault she did indict me, and I was sent for trial She swore I robbed the house and in spite of all her schreechin' And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen Toora loora loora la, toora loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora-loora laddie Toora loora la, toora loora lo la la laddie
If you happen to know performer name, do tell ;) Turned out according to the author of the first comment on the video this wasn't the Irish Descendants. Lyrics O 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. As long as a bottle was passed around, every man was feelin' gay - O'Leary came with the bagpipes and music for to play. [Chorus] That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy - That's how they showed their honour and their pride. They said it was a sin 'n' shame... and they winked at one another, And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died! As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief, Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street. They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole - They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold! [Chorus] 'Bout 2 o'clock in the morning, while flipping back a jug, Doyle stuck the 'ice box' lid to seal poor Paddy's mug! They stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time, And at a quarter after 2 we argued it was 9! [Chorus] They stopped the hearse on George St. outside some dance-saloon. They all went in at half passed 8 and staggered out at noon. They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime - But found out, when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind! [Chorus] O the night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I'll never forget Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain <b>...</b>
Lyrics: Känns allt bättre nu, nu när du är fri Blev din önskan allt du ville att den skulle bli Du sa det aldrig högt men dina ögon skrek Nu såg jag färgerna när allt du sa var kallt och blekt Tog du med min låt, den jag sjöng för dig Minns du texten på var orden börja' staka sig Jag spelar den ibland med helt andra ord Dem ligger tysta och väntar. Ingen vet när om ett tag är, men det är då jag vet vi ses igen Ingen vet hur långt ett liv är, men jag lovar att vi ses igen Alla visste om att du ville gå, Men ändå känns det som det är först nu jag kan förstå Jag kör ibland förbi din gamla lägenhet Den lyser inte som förut Ingen vet när om ett tag är, men det är då jag vet vi ses igen Ingen vet hur långt ett liv är, men jag lovar att vi ses igen Men det känns bättre nu Här är allting som förut Samma tavla med lite annan färg och annat ljus (X2) Ingen vet när om ett tag är, men det är då jag vet vi ses igen Ingen vet hur långt ett liv är, men jag lovar att vi ses igen
Lyrics: By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl callin': "Michael, they have taken you away, For you stole Trevelyn's corn, So the young might see the morn. Now a prison-ship lies waiting in the bay." Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling: "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity." Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. By a lonely harbor wall, She watched the last star falling: As the prison-ship sailed out against the sky For she lived to hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
Lyrics: Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while in the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great falling in 1916 Well I hope you died quick And I hope you died clean Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined And though you died back in 1916 To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest The sun shining down on these green fields of France The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance The trenches have vanished long under the plow No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man And a whole <b>...</b>
Lyrics: Oh, Eileen Og and that the darlin's name is Oh, through the Barony her features they were famous And, if we loved her then who was there to blame us For wasn't she the Pride of Petravore? But her beauty made us all so shy Not a man could look her in the eye And boys, oh boys, sure that's the reason why We're in mournin' for the Pride of Petravore And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey, Ever since the day you wandered far away And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore Now, friday at the fair of Ballintubber Eileen met McGrath the cattle jobber I'd like to set me mark upon the robber For he stole away the Pride of Petravore Now, he never seemed to see the girl at all Even when she ogled him from underneath her shawl Looking big and masterful when she was looking small Most provoking for the Pride of Petravore And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey, Ever since the day you wandered far away And, Eileen Og there's good fish in the sea But there's none of them like the Pride of Petravore And, so it went as it was in the beginning Eileen Og was bent upon the winning And, Big McGrath contentedly was grinning Being courted by the Pride of Petravore Says he: "I know a girl that could knock you into fits" At that Eileen nearly lost her wits And the upshot of the ruction was that now the robber sits With his arm around the Pride of Petravore And, Eileen Og my heart is growing grey, Ever since the day you wandered far <b>...</b>
Lyrics: Ögonen gråter, men munnen den ler Hon är på väg upp, och vill aldrig mer ner Från löften och svek blev hon självdestruktiv Och i rop på hjälp sökte hon ta sitt liv Hon byggde en väg utav falska skratt Men bakom fasaden var det mesta svart Jag hoppas att hon hinner komma till ro Innan skalet spricker och faller ihop Vad ingen annan vet är att sanden rinner ner Om timglaset blir tomt så finns hon inte mer Detta är en saga utan lyckligt slut Ingenting blir nånsin som det var förut Men den som blundar slipper se hur det ser ut För vem bryr sig om en saga utan lyckligt slut Om jag hade vetat hur det skulle bli Så hade jag tvekat och smugit förbi För jag var den droppen som slutligen fick Bägarn att svämma när säkringen gick Så brinn för att synas och skrik så det hörs För snabbt kan du tyna och visionen förstörs Och även om ingen kommer skylla på mig Så tar jag på mig skulden till ödet för dig Om timglaset blir tomt och sanden rinner ner Så lyser inte solen på våran flicka mer Detta är en saga utan lyckligt slut Ingenting blir nånsin som det var förut Men den som blundar slipper se hur det ser ut För vem bryr sig om en saga utan lyckligt slut Solo Vad ingen annan vet är att sanden rinner ner Om timglaset blir tomt så finns hon inte mer Ref. Detta är en saga utan lyckligt slut Ingenting blir nånsin som det var förut Men den som blundar slipper se hur det ser ut För vem bryr sig om en saga utan lyckligt slut
Lyrics: I januari månad år 1903 ett gäng av kungsholmsbusar på marsch man kunde se, med pavan uti fickan och med lurporna på sne', dom var sura för dom aldrig fick va me'! De var grabbarna från Eken det var grabbar med kulör, det var grabbarna som var på ett sjuhelvetes humör, och med knogjärn och med påkar och med blodet rött och hett, de gick till Tegelbacken för att skipa rätt. Och samma kväll så samlades allt uppå Brunkeberg ett saftigt gäng som frusta" Klaras öl och must och märg. Det var aldrig tal om kanske när dom börja" mucka gräl, nu var dom sura för att allting var så fel! Det dånade om busarna som kom från gamla stan med åttiåtta söderkisar, grabbar hela da'n, och från Östermalm det tågades med schvung och svaj och spänst, fast dom var sura för dom alltid fick gå längst! Och Tegelbacken tömdes raskt på slödder, böss och skarn när busarna kom tågandes från alla håll i stan. Där låg den tom och tigande i månens vita ljus, medan sången steg bland kåkar och bland hus. Dom stod vid Tegelbacken, dom stod där man mot man i månens bleka sken, men ingen vågade sig fram. I fyra timmar hötte dom och skrek från varsin gränd och se"n vände dom på klacken och gick hem! Men än idag med fasa talar man i Stockholm stad om hur busarna på Tegelbacken slogs tre da'r i rad. Och med knogjärn och med påkar och med blodet rött och hett gick till Tegelbacken för att skipa rätt!
Olle Adolphson Balladen om det stora slagsmålet på Tegelbacken
Lyrics: Kapitalet höjer hyrorna och staten bostadsbidragen så kan man fiffla en smula med den järnhårda lönelagen och till och med betala mindre i lön än priset för mat och för hyra för staten skjuter så gärna till om levnadsomkostnaderna blivit allt för dyra. Sida vid sida, tillsammans hjälps dom åt staten och kapitalet, dom sitter i samma båt fast det är inte dom som ror, som ror så svetten lackar och piskan som kittlar, kittlar inte heller deras feta nackar. Skolans uppgift är som sig bör att skola arbetskraften om kvastarna skall sopa bra får man inte slarva med skaften spärrar och kvoter och testprogram är ett system för att sålla agnarna från vetet och för var o en till hans rätta fålla. Sida vid sida, tillsammans stryker de fram staten och kapitalet, två vargar fromma som lamm fast det är inte dom som ror, som ror så att svetten lackar och piskan som kittlar, kittlar inte heller deras feta nackar. Sida vid sida, tillsammans hjälps dom åt staten och kapitalet, dom sitter i samma båt fast det är inte dom som ror, som ror så svetten lackar och piskan som kittlar, kittlar inte heller deras feta nackar. Tempot höjs vid maskinerna, här drillar man eliten produktionen har inte plats för den som blivit illa sliten men för att ingen skall tro att det är något fel med de tunga ackorden betraktas han som ett sjukdomsfall och behandlas av den barmhartiga arbetsvården. Sida vid sida, tillsammans stryker de fram staten och kapitalet, två vargar fromma som lamm men det är inte <b>...</b>
Lyrics: In the merry month of June, From me' home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, So sad and broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed me' darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, Me' grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, Leave where I was born, Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, Bought a pair of brogues, Rattled o'er the bogs, Frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. While in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by me' lake, Me' spirit is bright and cheery Took a drop of the pure, To keep me' heart from sinkin', That's the Paddy's cure, When ever he's on for drinking. To see the lassies smile, Laughing all the while, At me' curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. Asked if I was hired, Wages I required, Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. [Interlude] Well, in Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, Down among the quality, Bundle it was stole, And in a neat locality; Something crossed me' mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find, Upon me' stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me' Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to <b>...</b>
Lyrics: [Chester Bennington] Together we made it We made it even though we had our backs Up against the wall [Busta Rhymes] See a nigga survived the worst But my life is glorious (uh!) But I know that I leaped every hurdle And I'm so victorious (uh!) Take a look I'm a symbol of greatness Now call a nigga Morpheus (yeah) As force securin' the win, but they Believe I'm so notorious (yeah) You know that I've been 'bout my bread Even though we rappin' now (yes) We used to live on the strip even though A nigga higher level trappin' now (oh!) Superseded everyone of my little struggles and (uh!) So your head never ever been an option (trust) A nigga paper long like rush hour traffic And I'm about to take the hood shoppin' (get it!) [Chorus: Chester Bennington (Busta Rhymes)] Together we made it (you see we did it niggas) We made it even though we had our backs Up against the wall (come on) Forever we waited (ah hah) And they told us we were never gonna Get it But we took it on the road (To the riches) on the road (To the ghetto) on the road (In the projects, to this bangin' instrumental) on the road (Rise with me) on the road (Come and get it) on the road [Mike Shinoda] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo When it all got started we were steadily Just getting rejected And it seemed like nothin' we could do would ever get us respected At best we were stressed at the worst They probably said we're pathetic Had all the pieces to that puzzle Just the way to connect it I was fighting through every <b>...</b>
Lyrics: [Chorus] Oh ho the rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-oh Rare bog, a rattlin' bog The bog down in the valley-oh Well in the bog there was a hole, A rare hole, a rattlin' hole, Hole in the bog, And the bog down in the valley-o. [Chorus] Well in that hole there was a tree, A rare tree, a rattlin' tree, Tree in the hole, And the hole in the bog, And the bog down in the valley-o. [Chorus] on that tree there was a branch, A rare branch, a rattlin' branch, Branch on the tree, And the tree in the hole, And the hole in the bog, And the bog down in the valley-o. [Chorus] on that branch there was a limb, A rare limb, a rattlin' limb, Limb on the branch, And the branch on the tree, And the tree in the hole, And the hole in the bog, And the bog down in the valley-o. [Chorus] Well on that limb there was a nest, A rare nest, a rattlin' nest, Nest on the limb, And the limb on the branch, And the branch on the tree, And the tree in the hole, And the hole in the bog, And the bog down in the valley-o. [Chorus] Now in that nest there was a bird, A rare bird, a rattlin' bird, Bird in the nest, And the nest on the limb, And the limb on the branch, And the branch on the tree, And the tree in the hole, And the hole in the bog, down in the valley-o. [Chorus] In that bird there was an egg, A rare egg, a rattlin' egg, Egg on the bird, And the bird in the nest, And the nest on the limb, And the limb on the branch, And the branch on the tree, And the tree in the hole, And the hole in <b>...</b>
Lyrics: I've been kicking ass since the dawn of time I'm just a killing man that's reached my killing prime I burn and I plunder as it suits my desire The weapon of my choice is "great balls of fire" Chorus: So why, I ask, it just doesn't make much sense That a man of my stature should have to wear a dress I mean what, may I inquire, were you thinking on that day When you conjured up for a man like me a robe that looks so gay Ahhhh sit right back and your troubles melt away Ahhhh he uses fire but his robe looks so gay I was taught my craft at the dawn of pain You may not like my methods but you'll surely know my name I just think incendiary thoughts and my hands burst into flames A few moments later and you'll never be the same (Chorus) So if you're embarrassed and you hang your head in shame You'd like an opportunity to redeem your worthy name Well just remember this: when next you look to kill That a man who's truly skilled can look quite good in twill (Chorus)
Lyrics: I don't think I know you. Don't think I ever will Am I inlove with you? Well, I don't know still It may sounds strange, but I'm warnin' you. I may not be that nice Maybe, baby, I'm a heartbreaker. Heartbreak. Heart of ice But I'm burnin', burnin' 'Cause you set my soul on fire Girl, I don't know what I'll do 'Cause I'm burnin', I'm burnin' I'm burnin' with desire Yes, I'm burnin' And it's all because of you We can't be together. I'm not that kind of a guy I'll be gone and lost forever. And you won't know why Don't get me wrong, I'm only warnin' you. You'll be on your own Maybe, baby I'm a heartbreaker. Heartbreaker. Heart of stone But I'm burnin', burnin' 'Cause you set my soul on fire Girl, I don't know what I'll do 'Cause I'm burnin', I'm burnin' I'm burnin' with desire Yes, I'm burnin' And it's all because of you Because of you
Lyrics: How would you feel if I was dead Not everyone will know what's ahead How could you know that I was sad 'Cause little did you know what you had There was a time when I was young and blind Could not see 'cause of my one tracked mind There was a time when I was betting high Too many things to do before we die You're playing hide and seek What you find is yours and always to keep Revolution ain't for the weak Don't double cross a river too deep There was a time when I was young and blind Could not see 'cause of my one tracked mind There was a time when I was betting high Too many things to do before we die Always a beginning and always an end But not very often anything in between How can I make it on time There seems to be no reason no rhyme Can you face another day When you have nothing left to do what a shame There was a time when I was young and blind Could not see 'cause of my one tracked mind There was a time when I was betting high Too many things to do before we die
Lyrics: We're all presidents, we're all congressmen, We're all cops in waiting, We're the workers of the world, There is the elite and the dispossessed, And it's only about survival, Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth, And reach an obscure kind of perfection, Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, Let's try not to remember any names, We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, United, we'll make them remember our history, Or how we'd like to be told, How we'd like to be told... And we rock, Because it's us against them. We found our own reasons to sing, And it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that, When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes Of the cogs in the system, It's just about knowing where everyone stands. All of a sudden, People start talking 'bout guns, Talking like they're going to war, 'Cause they found something to die for, Start taking back what they stole- sure beats every other option, But does it make a difference how we get it? Well do you really fucking get it? No, no, no, no, No, no, no, no....
Lyrics: Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began, Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land; They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed, A voyage of survival across the stormy sea. In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall, There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal. Some of them knew fortune, some of them knew fame, More of them knew hardship and they died upon the plain; They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars, Brought their songs and their music to ease their lonely hearts. In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall, There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal. 1847 was the year it all began, Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land; They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed, A voyage of survival across the stormy sea. In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall, There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal. In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall, There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.
Lyrics: Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small And me neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die And me neck will pay for all, when I die I have 20 pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all I have 20 pounds in store, that's not all I have 20 pounds in store, and I'll rob for twenty more For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I For the rich must help the poor, so must I Oh, they brought me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart Oh, they brought me to Cootehill in a cart Oh, they brought me to Cootehill, there I stopped to make my will For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I For the best of friends must part, so must I Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke Up the ladder I did grope, and the hangman pulled the rope Oh, and ne'er a word I spoke, tumblin' down, tumblin' down Oh, and ne'er a word I spoke, tumblin' down Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep Oh, me name it is Sam Hall, and I hate 'yas one and all You're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes, damn your eyes You're a bunch of muggers all, damn your eyes
Lyrics: A maiden fair, she had long dark hair, And her eyes like the darkest coal. A taunting smile that would sure beguile And melt the hardest soul. Dancing lightly, sprightly, She stole his heart with a twirl, that girl He'll not forget the night they met In a dance called the Dublin reel. He walked out to the starry night And the crescent moon had a glow. It felt so right with hands held tight As they looked on the town below. Chancing a kiss he missed her cheek As she pulled away to sway To the pull-round sound of the faerie mound As they danced to the Dublin reel. They were dancin', all night long. Dancin' till the break of dawn. They were dancin', all night long. Dancin' till the break of dawn. The dark of night turned into light And he asked, what was her name? "Matters not," was all he got, As on the grass they lay. Listenin' to stories, glories Seemed of another world, this girl She must have left while he soundly slept Havin' danced to the Dublin reel. They were dancin', all night long. Dancin' till the break of dawn. They were dancin', all night long. Dancin' till the break of dawn. Weeks have gone, and life goes on Now he's back on American shores. Every night he relives that sight As he longs for it more and more. Under a spell he fell in love With the dancing queen it seems His only care is the maiden fair In a dance called the Dublin reel. They were dancin', all night long. Dancin' till the break of dawn. They were dancin', all night long. Dancin' till the <b>...</b>
Lyrics: There were three old gypsies; came to our hall door They came brave and bold-ee-oh And there's one sang high and the other sang low And the lady sang the Raggle Taggle gypsie-oh It was upstairs and downstairs the Lady went Put on her suit of leather-oh It was the cry all around the door She's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsie-oh It was late that night when the Lord came in Inquiring for his Lady-oh The servant girl she replied to the Lord She's away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsie-oh Oh then saddle for me Me' milk-white steed Me' big horse is not speedy-oh Tonight I'll ride to the wide open field and it's there that I'll spy my Lady-oh So he rode east. He rode west He rode North and south also It was when he rode to the wide open field It was there that he spied his Lady-oh Oh why did you leave your house and your land Why did you leave your money-oh And why did you leave your only wedded Lord To be off with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh What do I care for me house and me land What do I care for money-oh And what do I care for me only wedded Lord I'm away with the Raggle Taggle Gyspy-oh Last night you slept in a goose-feather bed The blankets drawn so comely-oh Tonight you'll lie in the wide open field In the arms of the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh You're a - What do I care for a goose-feather bed What do I care for blankets-oh And you're a - What do I care for me only wedded Lord I'm away with the Raggle Taggle Gypsy-oh So he rode east, She rode west He rode high and I <b>...</b>
Lyrics: All hail to the days that merit more praise, Than all the rest of the year, And welcome to nights that double delights, As well for poor as the peer; Good fortune attend to each merry man's friend, That does the best that he may, Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs, To drive the cold winter away. 'Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined, To think of small injuries now, If wrath be to seek, do not lend her thy cheek, Nor let her inhabit thy brow; Cross out of thy books malevolent looks, Both beauty and youth's decay, And wholly consort with mirth and with sport, To drive the cold winter away. This time of the year is spent in good cheer, And neighbours together do meet, To sit by the fire, and friendly desire, Each other in love to greet; Old grudges forgot are put in the pot, All sorrow beside they lay, The old and the young doth carol this song, To drive the cold winter away. When Christmas's tide comes in like a bride, With holly and ivy clad, Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer, In every household is had; The country guise is then to devise, Some gambols of Christmas play, To be young and do the best that they can, To drive the cold winter away. All hail to the days that merit more praise, Than all the rest of the year, And welcome the nights that double delights, As well for the poor as the peer; Good fortune attend to each merry man's friend, That does the best that he may, Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs, To drive the cold <b>...</b>
Lyrics: She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle, She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle; Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another, There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River. Now the Widow Malone lived by the strand, For forty years without a man; She danced around and she waved her fan, Set her eyes on me Uncle Dan. She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle, She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle; Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another, There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River. Now he would not listen to my advice, So he married her there on a wintry night; She ate all the grub at the party fair, Drank every man clean under his chair. She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle, She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle; Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another, There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River. Now when he got home on his weddin' night, Me Uncle Dan got a hell of a fright: She hung her leg upon the wall, Down on the floor her teeth did fall, One glass eye, off came her hair, And down the road me Uncle Dan did tear. She can dance to the flute, dance to the fiddle, She's as neat around the waist as a cow around the middle; Let 'er go, let 'er go, you'll find another, There's a lot a pretty women at the head of Grand River. Now they claim he ran to France or Spain, And he sent a letter home to her sayin': "Darling, if you ever need another <b>...</b>
