Rigs Of The Times Lyrics & Chords By Broom Bezzums

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

Now as I come home so drunk, I couldn't see, oh There I saw a horse, no horse should be there I says unto me wife, tell this to me, oh How come the horse there, no horse should...read more

I am a cobbler's daughter I'm thought of rude and mean But a finer and a bonnier lass You have never seen I've plagued my father's head For my life I wouldn't wed And my...read more

The tears have all been shed now We've said our last good-bye His soul's been blessed and he's laid to rest And it's now I feel alone He was more than just a...read more

I shall tell of a hunter whose life was undone By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark, And his true love was slain...read more