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In Scartaglen there lived a lass And every Sunday after mass She would go and take a glass Before going home by Bearna We won't go home along the road For fear that you might act the rogue We won't go home along the road But we'll go home by Bearna W

Ó théid is gun téid Ó théid mi thairis Go hinis na mbó Far an ceolmhar ainnir Go hinis na mbó Far an ceolmhar ainnir Go Bráigh Loch Iall A mbíonn fia ag an langan Curfá Go Bráigh Loch Iall A mbíonn fia ag an langan A bhean an fhoilt réidh Mo chroí dh

Came ye o'er frae France, came ye doon by Lunnon? Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie woman? Were ye at the place c'ad the Kittle Housie, Saw ye Geordie's grace riding on a goosie? Geordie he's the man, there's little doubt o't He's done a'he can, w

The snows they melt the soonest when the winds begin to sing The corn it ripens fastest as the frost is settling in And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget Before we part I'll wage a bet he'll be fain to follow it yet The snows t

[英文] On the night that I was married and in my marriage bed There came the bold sea captain and stood at my bed-head Sayin' "Arise, arise, young wedded man, arise and come with me To the low lowlands of Holland to fight the enemy." For Holland i

When the day is at rest and the night comes upon her, In the silence she waits, in the silence she sighs. She was born on the wind and she follows it homewards where she cradles the lives of all those who have died. At the last quiet hour she moves d