Besedila

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

T’was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew I cursed all foreign money, no credit co

Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale, I’m sure you will have cause to pity me, I was a damned young fool in the port of Liverpool, When I call

My old mans a provo with a beret and a gun I havent seen him lately hes always on the run He looks really trendy in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than

I am a merry ploughboy boy, and I’m here to sing to you And in case you didn’t know it, I’m Irish thru and thru No matter where I chance to roam, over land