Theres a woman in Ireland whod give me shelter and my fill of ale Theres a woman in Ireland whod prefer my singing to strings being played Theres a woman in Ireland whod prefer me leaping than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod Theres a woman in Ireland whod envy me if I got naught but a kiss from a woman at a fair , isnt it strange, and the love I have for them Theres a woman Id prefer more to a battalion, and a hundred of them I will never get And an ugly, swarthy man with no English has a beautiful girl Theres a woman who would say that if I walked with her Id get the gold A woman in night dress whose mein is better than herds of cows With a woman who would deafen Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone And I see no cure for my disease but to give up the drink.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 23:47:05 +0000
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