The Tossers - Maidrin Rua / Tell Me Ma | Текст Иностранной Песни
I'll tell me ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pull my hair, they steal my comb But that's all right till I go home She is handsome,
The Tossers - Nantucket Girl's Song | Текст Иностранной Песни
Then I'll haste to wed a sailor and send him off to sea For a life of independence is the pleasant life for me But every now and then I would like to see his face For it
The Tossers - Goodmornin' Da | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well, goodmornin' da, oh I'm in jail I don't need you to try for bail If I know ma, she'll scream and wail So just lock me up and throw away the keys
The Tossers - Chicago | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well we had a mouse right in our house and were afraid to move But I'd never trade that time we spent huddled up in the front room No chill or rats or poverty can quell my love
The Tossers - The Squall | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well I often walk down to the pub in springtime To take the summer breeze and drink with friends But on the 12th day of September I went down there To the derision of all muslims
The Tossers - Out On The Road | Текст Иностранной Песни
"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold" Said my mother as she passed by Well, you'll never stick it long enough You're a fool to even try
The Tossers - Caoin (Lament) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sing homeland smile Our sad and lonely weakness will be gone for a while Sing homeland smile And give our motherland back her style Not across an ocean, not across a
The Tossers - Phoenix Park | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well, in the park I sat down with my love And not a thing was wrong Oh, the sun shone down from up above And not a thing was wrong And I go to where our voices
The Tossers - Young Ned Of The Hill | Текст Иностранной Песни
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills or heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night Upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather And hear the west wind
The Tossers - Finnegan's Wake | Текст Иностранной Песни
Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod Well, he had a bit