Besedila

Macushla! Macushla! Your sweet voice is calling Calling me softly again and again Macushla! Macushla! I hear its dear pleading My blue eyed Macushla, I hea

Nancy was a tinker girl who roamed the country roads And I will tell you how she came to be a legend in her time And the reason that I’ve come to know well

Still forms, grey dust, black stones in Dublin city, A grave in green Kildare, And many a grassy mound that moves our pity O’er Erin everywhere; Cave Hill

For as I gaed doon the Overgate I met a bonny wee lass For she winked tae me with the tail o’her e’e as I went walking past Ricky doo dum day, doo dum day,

It hung above the kitchen fire. It’s barrel long and brown And one day with a boy’s desire, I climbed and took it down My father’s eyes in anger flashed. H

Paddy Kelly is my name, making poteen is my game And I live a way there behind the hill I can make a drop that’s pure and there’s nothing it can’t cure It

Chorus: ‘S o gairm gaoirm i, is gairim i mo stor Mile ghra le m’ ainm i ‘si Peigin Leitir Moir Ta Brid agam, ta Cait agam, ‘si Peig an bhean is fearr Cibe

Three years ago, this very day, I went to Governor’s Isle To stand ferinst the cannon in true military style, Thirteen American Dollars each month we surel

I am a ramblin’ Irishman It’s Ulster I was born in And manys the happy hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin Ah but to live poor I could not endure

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain The sun was declining beneath the blue sea When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain That