glouster smack and fished the georges bank the work was hard and the wages fare to the good lord i gave thanks although ive had a good life as good
Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's, Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me, To take your hand along the
-fo-lol-le-ra Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll down among
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Real Bog, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Well in the bog there was a hole
Then on sunday morning, we'd walk to the chapel To count up our blessings for all we received And give thanks to the lord for good health and well
recently to sit upon his knee When she at last consented she behaved so bashfully She'd never been there before She'd never been there before She seemed so
the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, They all play for nothing so put something
and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain We'll walk in the irish rain
me to Coote Hill, there I stopped to make my will For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I For the best of friends must part, so must
GO LET HER GO, YOU'LL FIND ANOTHER THERE'S A LOT OF PRETTY WOMEN AT THE HEAD OF GRAND RIVER NOW HE WOULD NOT LISTEN TO MY ADVICE SO HE MARRIED HERE THERE
stove us in (chorus) The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the Maintruck carried off both me legs (chorus) So