a golden pen. To write with a golden pen, good man, And happy may you be, O Father, Son and Holy Ghost, And all eternity. note: an English version. From Folk Song
Mills (Folkways), A. L. LLoyd (Leviathan) Note: (from Penguin Book of Canadian Folk Songs, Fowkes) This rollicking tale of a young fisherman's love affairs is a Newfoundland offshoot of the widely known English
Ye Mar'ners All Penguin Book of English Folk Songs (LLoyd & Williams) Ye mar'ners all, as you pass by Call in and drink if you
which translates to "Goodnight to you" Although the song loses a lot in translation, the English words are stirring nonetheless. Seist/Chorus Soraidh
sabes que la historia se repite! Ya sabes que la historia se repite! [English translation:] I'll sing you a little folk song of history Dinosaurs
?Hey Pete, why do we eve write songs like this man? People ain?t gonna change.? ?I don?t know Bill, you know, uh, there might be somebody out there, you
world, there?s posters and there?s magazines but the music isn?t ours. Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G, we sing songs about our
, bitch-made Punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix... It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothing
stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english,
[Music and lyrics by Karl Sanders] I Hath Dreamed Black and Grim, Desolate Visions Of the Pre-Human Serpent Folk and Communed with Long-dead Reptiles
Ya sabes que la historia se repite! Ya sabes que la historia se repite! [English translation:] I'll sing you a little folk song of history Dinosaurs
stenen viska den ljuga ej. Ur sanningens kalla jag tar min dodssup. Den fylla mina lungor, den fylla min trut. Ur sanningens kalla, dunkel och djup. [English translation:] Song
pas, ici. Ils ne veulent pas que je le sache. D'ailleurs a quoi a§a me sert-il, je ne suis qu'une servante. Servant? Toi? Tu n'as jamais songe a t'
ici. Ils ne veulent pas que je le sache. D'ailleurs a quoi ca me sert-il, je ne suis qu'une servante. Servant? Toi? Tu n'as jamais songe a t'enfuir
to this beat See its me and my dog and the homie Kid Frost, gonna try to take your freak, haha See I am ODM and I'd like to save you folk To the black
One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho Tight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguist Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english Get Backstreet
mark, bitch-made Punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix... It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothing