Bardic lyrics
Bardic lyrics
"Near Banbridge Town lyrics"
In The Heart Of Juliet lyrics
She's the month of June A summer's tune The wind that blows The flower that grows She'll forever be So proud and free A fir
She's the month of June A summer's tune The wind that blows The flower that grows She'll forever be So proud and free A fir
Near Banbridge Town in the county Down
One morning last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I wa
Kuckuck Und Esel lyrics
Der Kuckuck und der Esel die hatten einen Streit wer wohl am besten sängewer wohl am besten sänge zur schöne
s really there
Der Kuckuck und der Esel die hatten einen Streit wer wohl am besten sängewer wohl am besten sänge zur schöne
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I’ve seen like the brown coleen
That I met in the county Down
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer-
3 AM lyrics
She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat She's always worried about things like that She says it's all gonna end and it might as w
by
She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat She's always worried about things like that She says it's all gonna end and it might as w
Who‘s the maid with the nut-brown hair?
He smiled at me and then says he
That‘s the gem of the Irelands crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the Banks of the Bann
She’s the sta rof the county Down
At the harvest fair she’ll be surely there,
So I dres
A Way To Live lyrics
I lie in a field, in the trailer-park of my dreams Saving up for someday. But what does someday mean? And I'm young but I let it stip on
s in my Sunday clothes
I lie in a field, in the trailer-park of my dreams Saving up for someday. But what does someday mean? And I'm young but I let it stip on
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown Rose
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I‘ll yoke,
Till my plough is a rust-coloured brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside,
Sits the star of the county Down