Besedila

Far away across the ocean, underneath an Indian star Dwells a dusky little (dark eyed lovely) maiden on the coast of Malabar In the harbour, where we ancho

If you ever go to Ireland I’m sure you will agree To take the road from Dublin town way down to Doonaree ‘Tis there you’ll find a wishing well beyond a che

Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow white feet She bid me to take love easy, as the leaves gro

“Oh who is without That with passionate shout Keeps beating my bolted door?” “I am Ned of the Hill Forspent wet and chill From long trudging marsh and moor

Oh it’s midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin’ wet And you’ve drank your last brass farthin’ You’d sell your soul for a cigarette And the sounds

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 And I turned my

You may talk about your lancers and your Irish Fusiliers The Aberdeen Militia and the Queens own volunteers Or any other regiment that’s lying near or far

Near Oranmore in the county Galway One pleasant evening in the month of may I spied a damsel she was fair and winsome Her beauty fairly stole my heart away

Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today Honesty is out of the fashion, out of fashion today The publican pays 11 pences a pint for beer from th

Chorus: Oh, oh, glory-o, I’m the Lord’s disciple Oh, oh, glory-o, hand me down, me bible I like my liquor and my livin’ hard, may the Lord save my soul My