Besedila

Ah, well who wouldn’t be a sailor lad, a sailin’ on the main To gain the good will of his Captain’s good name He came ashore, one evening from the sea And

Chorus: Ho ro my nut-brown maiden, Hee ree my nut-brown maiden, Ho ro ro maiden, For she’s the maid for me Her eye so mildly beaming, Her look so frank and

And sing high Jeannie high, Sing low Jeannie low You can never make a singing bird Out of a hoodie crow My father was a gentleman, and a gentleman was he B

Young ladies have pity on me let me and your company mingle I once was a maiden so free and like you I was happy and single Me mother advised me to wed unt

I was dreamin’ of old Ireland and Killarneys lakes and dells I was dreamin’ of the shamrock, and the dear old Shandon Bells When my reverie suggested in a

O my name is Jock Stewart I’m a canny young man And a rovin’ young fellow I’ve been So be easy and free when you’re drinkin’ with me I’m a man you don’t me

Vam povedu bom štorijo staro, Še z dni, k’ sem hodu precej na obalo. Blo j’brez oblačka, res noro lepo, si reku sm en pir mi škodu ne bo. In šel sm v bar,

What’s the news, what’s the news, oh my bold Chevalier With your long barrelled gun of the sea? Say what wind from the south blows his messenger here With

Down beside the castle walls, where towers rise from the lake shore there within the castle halls, her story’s often told. Courted by a soldier boy, they s

Lonely in London, hungry and cold Strange how the years drift by In Search of my fortune a dream of my youth Life’s a forgotten truth Sometimes my memory j