Besedila

I am a queen’s daughter I come from Capakin In search of Lord Gregory, Pray God I find him The rain beats on my yellow head, the dew wets my skin My wee ba

There was a monster, a Scottish monster Who lives in far Loch Ness, a very fine address All the hoteliers and postcard selliers Are making fortunes every y

I’ve sung so many songs of fallen heroes I really thought that I had said it all But if a song can fill our hearts and raise our spirits Then I’ll sing abo

Among the walls and ruins of the horrid civic stone I walked without a lover for my older bones The sun was strong in going down It was a dreamlike day It

(air: ‘Up among the heather’) There’s a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack Make no mistake, she’s the lass I’m goin’ tae tak’ There’s a lot of other c

I was walking down by Islandbridge, just doing as I pleased This April day the sun was warm, there was but a gentle breeze I wandered up the old stone step

As I walked down the Broadway one evening in July I met a maid who asked me trade and a sailor John says I Chorus: And away, you Santee, my dear Annie Oh,

l once had a wee lass and I loved her well, I loved her far better than my tongue can tell, Her parents disliked me for my want of years, So adieu to all p

I’ve worked hard all my life I’ll tell to you no lie Down in the local dock yards as a man and boy But now the bosses tell me they’ll have to let me go I’m