Fishermans Blues Lyrics & Chords By The Krusty Moors

Ich habe den Boden geliebt, auf dem sie ging, und die Luft, die sie sanft atmen würde, den Federhauch ihrer zarten Lippen. Das würde nur ein Dummkopf verlassen. Das würde...read more

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John. Your good friend schoolmaster Pat MacNamara is so good as to write these words down. Your brothers have all got a fine work in...read more

'Ah, misses mcgrath', the sergeant said 'Would you like to make a soldier out of your son ted With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat And misses mcgrath, wouldn't...read more

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a...read more

Oh the violets were scenting the woods, Nora Displaying their charm to the bee When I first said I loved only you, Nora And you said you loved only me The chestnut blooms gleamed...read more