In the merry month of June, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank
I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer and now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see 'Twas grace that taught my heart
Come all you gallant heroes, And along with me combined I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth They're a band of men brave,
Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day He put 10 cents in his pocket kicked his wife and family And went to ride
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd - He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a hod
Looking out on the morning rain I used to feel so uninspired And when I knew I had to face another day Lord it made me feel so tired Before the day I
men need meat, has two kids already, a third one on the way and a grown man who takes her for granted (So many dreams) So much potential settled for traditional
Well it's time honoured tradition To get enough nutrition Stay alive until you die And that is the end of you And I pity the fools Who don't recognize
Oh Sally Brown she's a creole lady, Way, hay, roll an' go. Sally Brown's a gay old lady, Spend my money on Sally Brown. Sally Brown she has a daughter
tradition Carry on tradition, carry, c-carry on tradition Carry on tradition, when you rep what we rep You carry on tradition [Verse 2:] Now some
Juice head Juice head Juice head Juice heeee-aaaaad Juice head Juice head
(Odowan Daoyati) Interprete par Rising Heal Wakinwa Ob Iyanka
is in the sky And the stars are out tonight They shimmer in the pools of your eyes In the moonlight You're so nice to touch Lovely to look at Touch, touch In the tradition
fry, Rim-k mafia k'1 fry Vivre sans gene, ca c'est le son qu'on aime, Ouais gros rim-k, 1.1.3. , ca c'est les sons qu'on aime, Le vecu et la ky-fun, par tradition
long past age why is it hard to accept that things have changed? you swallowed every word without and question followed all you heard for the sake of tradition
