He'll make his name oh so quick make it in a hurry Jack Jack Jack the lad they say he's mean they say he's bad, Jack Jack Jack the lad Do a shop and
And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you and I And here I sit with a tear in my eye, the waters of Tyne in between you
The lad searches the night for his newts
her husband the rest of her life Oh, I'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the Wagoner's lad He's courted me daily, by
religion Don't let them try to detain you You're not the only fool We all fall, even Jack the Lad We all fall, even Jack the Lad Will fall Philby in
Had a northern lad, well not exactly had, but, He moved like the sunset, God who painted that. First he loved my accent. How his knees could bend. I thought
to her husband the rest of her life Oh, I'm just a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He's courted me daily,
this is what she said "Only a lad" You really can't blame him "Only a lad" Society made him "Only a lad" He's our responsibility "Only a lad" He really
Oh, did you think that I was kidding Oh, did you think that I was Oh, too late, too late... Aw, too late motherfucker Must remember to keep both feet
husbands the rest of their lives I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He's courted me daily, by night and
Had a northern lad, well, not exactly had He moved like the sunset, God who painted that First he loved my accent, how his knees could bend I thought
shy, so you'll try and have to understand him He's a good lad, good lad Just for a while the guy'll need a helping hand He's a good lad, good lad Maybe
their husbands the rest of their life I am a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He courted me daily, by night
+When I Was A Lad When I was a lad I went to Yale, And I knew then that I could never fail. For I studied very hard and furthermore, I polished up the
my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather, Hey, brave Johnie lad,
Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver (Robert Burns poem / Live on Peel Acres 01-22-04) When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town He had a blue
