: Con la pioggia che cade ed il freddo che mi assale non sopporto le luci e il casino nei bar Son malato senza cura non mi resta piu una lira e mi aggiro
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
Looking up at a big shop window, A bottle of whisky he did spy Into the bar young Paddy entered Called for a drink, without delay Give me a drop of that Irish
shoulders and I watched the Femmes When Irish eyes are burnin? bright Drink your women run for your life A deadly shot can rule the night (not sure) When Irish
: 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
: 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
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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
and 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
: Du ro du du ro ro du ro do ru dol Du ru du ru du ro ding di di di ding Tan ta da ra dan da nan dang ni na dang Ning gi min ta ra da ra dan da ra Tu
'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
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 I
I wrote her name and address on the back of a cigarette pack I didn't know then that I'd never be goin' back the ferry was leaving when we pulled up to
A long time ago, when the Earth was green, There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen. And they ran about and played while the Earth was being
