I did lie And on my naked shoulder she too proud to cry She said that I must leave her an icy tear she froze How could I melt the heart Of a Wild Irish
'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts And they called her the Irish
well i stumbled in at 3am all drunk and full of smoke my wife said i have had enough, im sick, thats it, get out! so i stumbled down to kellys pub across
If you have the luck of the irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have the luck of the irish And you'd wish you was English instead!
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead!
craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish
Oh won't you stay Stay a while with your own ones Don't ever stray Stray so far from your own ones 'cause the world is so cold Dont care nothing for your
the Irish heart beat But I roll the dice again If lady luck will call my name That s what makes the Irish heart beat Oh, that's what makes the Irish
Oh won't you stay Stay a while with your own ones Don't ever stray Stray so far from your own ones 'Cause the world is so cold Dont care nothing for your
For one Irish Rover Tell me you see the light Tell me you know me Make it come out alright And wrap it in glory For one Irish Rover For one Irish Rover One Irish
Over in Killarney Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And l
't you cry Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lural Man that song I'm singin' is just an Irish lullaby Oh yes, it's just an Irish lullaby
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when
May the road rise to meet you. may the wind be always at your back may the sunshine upon your face until we meet again. and until we meet again until
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead A
