
Irish Folksongs - A trace boy on ligoniel hill
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Do ye mind the old horse trams a long time ago,As they passed through the city at jog trot or slow?
On the level they cantered, but the pace it did kill
When they got to the bottom of Ligoniel Hill.
But the trace-boys were there with a heart and a hand,
They let down the traces and buckled each band.
The passengers sat on contented and still
When they saw the bold trace-boys of Ligoniel hill.
Away we did canter as fast as the wind,
And left the poor country carts plodding behind;
And that song of the wind in my heart I hear still
As when I was a trace-boy on Ligoniel Hill.
The youth of today hold their heads in the air
And the young girls pass by with a golliwog stare,
Let them pity the crulge* on my back if they will
But I once was a trace-boy on Ligoniel Hill.
My friends all departed, and work now so scarce,
The only thing left is a ride in a hearse;
For the sky is my roof and my bed a brick-kiln,
Yet I once was a trace-boy on Ligoniel Hill.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Love really hurts without you
You re running around town.
Like a fool and you think it is groovy.
You re giving in to some other guy.
Who gives you the eye.
You don t give nothing to me.
You painted a smile and you dress for awhile to excite...
Like a fool and you think it is groovy.
You re giving in to some other guy.
Who gives you the eye.
You don t give nothing to me.
You painted a smile and you dress for awhile to excite...
Bold Robert Emmet
The struggle is over, the boys are defeated
Old Ireland s surrounded with sadness and gloom
We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated
And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom
Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I
My crime is the love of the land...
Old Ireland s surrounded with sadness and gloom
We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated
And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom
Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I
My crime is the love of the land...
I used to
I used to want you
Now I want to make you nervous
Now I want to make you hate
Now I want to make you crazy
So that we could still relate
And we could get drunk all night
And in the morning ride...
Now I want to make you nervous
Now I want to make you hate
Now I want to make you crazy
So that we could still relate
And we could get drunk all night
And in the morning ride...
Nodding donkey blues
Settle down
She s got legs... like an airship, She s got an ass.... like (unintelligible)
She s got tits... just like hot air balloons... and I mean the Hindenburg!
She s the biggest girl, I m gonna get there soon
Yeah you know what I...
She s got legs... like an airship, She s got an ass.... like (unintelligible)
She s got tits... just like hot air balloons... and I mean the Hindenburg!
She s the biggest girl, I m gonna get there soon
Yeah you know what I...
Shining star
I need you
to guide me
on my way
you light up
like a
shining star
i need you
for every single night
you light up
all i need to see
i need you to guide me on...
to guide me
on my way
you light up
like a
shining star
i need you
for every single night
you light up
all i need to see
i need you to guide me on...