Тексты песен «Molly Maguire»

All Gods creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing high Or some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now. Some just clap their hands or paws or...

Morgonen gryr, dagen ar ny Solen den skiner nar jag ringer mig sjuk Du vill inte se, du svar nar jag ler Dricker upp ditt kaffe och gar Dagarna dom bara gar forbi Alla gar och vantar pa nan battre tid Medan manniskor...

Her eyes they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprenticed in trade I was bound And...

Farewell to your bricks and mortar,farewell to your dirty lies Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay to take oul Pat with a shovel on his...

There's a toothless man staring down in his glass He's the kind of man who never says no to a drink He hears tunes and words like the wind through the grass Judged by the look you'd never expect him to think Cheerio...

Mandag morgon, kvart i sju Klockan skriker: - VAKNA NU En hel vecka framfor utan slut Jag undrar desperat hur jag ska sta ut Tisdag gar battre, har sitt program Mote med chefen kvart over fem Posten och banken och sen...

Manens ljus ar dolt av dis, natten den ar mork Hungern river i min mage, vagen hem ar lang Ugglan hoar, vargen ylar, natten deras dag I fjarran skymtar ljud och ljus av vardshus dans och sang Kom ge oss mera brannevin,...

Stark som en bjorn, kondition som en hast Lyfter tungt och skjuter bast Sover nan timme varje natt Jobbar och sliter, betalar skatt Jag ar sa vacker och komplett Att vara macho ar inte latt Klyver ved sa klabbarna...

Jag och frun ska skaffa barn, det var dags att lamna stan Det var dags att lamna stan, och kopa hus pa landet Huset det var fullt av charm, mogel i varenda karm Ja mogel i varenda karm, riva alla vaggar Tjo faderittan...

Let me tell you a story about a man where I grew up long time ago They were a dozen brothers and sisters and worked with bloody sweato Six of them were very bright, they would make it through the day The other half were...

While going the road to sweet Athy, Haroo, haroo While going the road to sweet Athy, Haroo, haroo While going the road to sweet Athy A stick in my hand a tear in my eye, a doleful damsel I heard cry Johnny I hardly knew...

As down by Brooker's corner, one morning I did stray. I met a fellow rebel there, and to me he did say. We have orders from the Captain to assemble at Dunbar But how are we to get there without a motor car. Yes and how...

If I was the innkeeper I tell you what I'd do I'd invite my friends for a drink or two So grab your maid and dance away I promise you good porter won't lead you astray So if you come around I'll pour one into you Let's...

Hor upp nu Moder Svea, har ar en bulletin Ifran norra norrland, din fattiga kusin Nu kan vi inte langre bevilja dig kredit Och tro inte mer att vi bonar och ber Nar du sager:" Vi ta hit". For lange har vi vantat, men...

Make way for the Molly Maguires They're drinkers, they're liars, but they're men Make way for the Molly Maguires You'll never see the likes of them again Down the mines no sunlight shines Those pits they're black as...

Han stod dar en dag som en blixt ifran klar himmel Med storm och eld vann han hennes hand Hon foljde sitt hjarta istallet for sin klokhet Han charmade skrattade och lat henne trivas Med loften om lyx och pengar Karlek...

There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack Make no mistake, she's the miss I'm goin' to take There's a lot of other chaps who would get up on her track But I'm thinking they'll have to get up early Mary Mack's...

One for my morning glory Two for the early dew Three for the man who will stand his round And four for the love of you, me girl Four for the love of you At the end of the day l like a little drink To raise up my voice...

Nere vid stranden dar dansar en alva Haret flyger kring foten sa bar Hon nynnar en visa for mossan pa stenen Till toner fran vattnet som porlar och far Uppe pa stenen star nacken och spelar Bjuder till dans for tomtar...

Jag ar i stort sett en arlig person Betalar min skatt och gor min sjalvdeklaration Sa vad gor val det att jag gor lite avdrag Pa konstiga saker och anda far bidrag Men ute i varlden dar fuskas var dag Nej tacka vet jag...