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Across the dewy morning hills of Erin Rode Niamh Chinn Oir on a snow-white steed To Oisin, poet of the Fianna For she fain would this mortal wed. Ride with me to the fairyland of...read more

Why must every generation think they're folks are square? And no matter where they're heads are, they know mom's aint there. Cause' I swore when I was small, that I'd remember...read more

Fancy Dan, gamblin' man
Top hat of the peanut man
Talk about your pot of gold
With a silver linin' Tumblin' dice, hit it twice
Boats and the flushes, they sure...read more

(Adam Mitchell) Well there won't be no stars Coming out in the sky Tonight when my baby walks by Oh they know that they can't hold a Candle to the look in her eye Now...read more

Come say hello to me When you're in town (When you're in town) I know you're crazy about me And want me around You move in closer When you should run away A little...read more