Тексты песен «D+»

DOWN WENT MCGINTY (Joseph Flynn) Sunday morning just at nine, Dan McGinty dressed so fine Stood looking at a very high stone wall, When his friend, young Pat McCann, says, "I'll bet five dollars, Dan I could carry you...

Down with the Old Canoe SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer SOURCE'S SOURCE: Dixon Brothers TEXT: D G D It was 25 years ago when the wings of death came low D...

DOXOLOGY II (Martin Grosswendt) Praise God from whom all blessings flow Who made clams and Spaghetti-O Prunes, pickled onions and Cheez-Whiz. Praise Him who am the great "I is." Praise God who put our friends beside...

DR. FREUD (David Lazar) Oh, it happened in Vienna, not so very long ago, When not too many folks were getting sick That a starving young physician tried to better his position By discovering what made his patients tick...

Drawing Near to the Merry Month of May (The Copper Family) Rise up the members of this house Together come as we For the summer springs so fresh and green and gay We'll sing you all a blossom And...

THE DREADFUL GHOST Its of a sailor of whom I write. Unto the seas he took great delight. Two maidens fair he did beguile, And those two maidens he had with child. Oh, one of them for public shame Unto some handsome...

DREADFUL MEMORIES (John Greenway) Dreadful memories, how they linger, How they ever flood my soul. How the workers and their children Die from hunger and from cold. Hungry fathers, wearied mothers, Living in those...

The Dreadnaught lt's of a flash packet, a packet of fame, She hails from New York and the Dreadnaught's her name. 'Cross the wild Western ocean, she's bound for to go. She's the Liverpool packet. Oh Lord, let her go!...

The Dreary Black Hills Kind friends, you must pity my horrible tale, An object of pity, l'm looking quite stale, I gave up my trade selling Wright's Patent Pills To go hunting gold in the dreary Black Hills. Don't go...

Dremlen Feygl (Drowsing Birds) Words by Leah Rudnicki; Music by Leyb Yampolski Dremlen feygl af di tsvaygn, Shlof, mayn tayer kind. Bay dayn vigl, af dayn nare } Zitst a fremde un zingt: } x2 Lyu-lyu,...

DRILL YE TARRIERS DRILL Every morning about seven o'clock There were twenty tarriers drilling at the rock The boss comes along and he says, "Keep still And bear down heavy on the cast iron drill" And drill, ye...

DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink...

Drive Dull Care Away (Joe Hickerson) Why should we of our lot complain Or grieve at our distress? Some think if riches they could gain T'would be true happiness Alas in vain is all their strife...

DRIVE SORROWS AWAY You see we brave sailors so cheerful and gay Since we've learned a new act to drive sorrows away Sorrows away (3x) Since we've learned a new act to drive sorrows away Bright Phoebe awaits so high up...

DRIVING SAW LOGS ON THE PLOVER There walked on Plover's shady banks One evening last July A mother of a shanty boy And doleful was her cry Saying, "God be with you, Johnny Although you're far away Driving saw logs on...

Drop Your Nets Drop your nets, drop your nets and follow me From the land and the oceans to the sea. From this day, and henceforth, will I make you fishers of men. Drop your nets, drop your nets and follow me. there...

Drop-kick Me, Jesus, Through the Goalposts of Life (Paul Craft) Drop-kick me, Jesus, through the goalposts of life, End over end, neither left nor to right. Straight through the heart...

THE DRUMMER BOY Early one morning, one bright summers' day Twenty-four ladies were making their way A regiment of soldiers were marching nearby The drummer on one of them cast a rude eye And it's so hard fortune. He...

The Drunkard (Mike Cross, 1983) One night some friends and I went out To have us a couple of rounds. When who should appear there at the bar But the drunkard of the town. He came through the door with...

The Drunkard's Child I'm alone, all alone, my friends all have fled My father's a drunkard, my mother is dead. I'm a poor little girl, I wonder and weep For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep. She sleeps on the...