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1. _ Broad Majestic Shannon
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2. _ Jimmy Wilson
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3. _ Missing You
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4. _ Childrens Potential
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5. _ Goodnight
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6. _ I Wish I Was Back in Liverpool
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7. _ Boots of Spanish Leather
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8. _ Monto
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9. _ Ballad of Accounting
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10. _ Shoals of Herring
With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring
O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring
O we left the home grounds in the month of June
And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
With a hundred cran of silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring
In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're daring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're following the shoals of herring
O I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring
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11. _ Late
It's oh so late, are you asleep?
There's not a sound, so it's time for me to dream.
The window pane, late city scenes, so far
Away from where I was weaned.
There was a girl so long ago, all through
The park at night we would go
All just as late as it is now, two discontented,
A young one's vow
I'm here for you, only to adore you.
You mean everything to me.
And you're with me wherever I go, and I
Miss you wherever I go.
Well, goodbye to old friends.
I watched you go.
From where I sit now, I still say hello.
All the memories gone by, those that I
Couldn't call.
An eternal divide, the distance too long.
Dead as a mackerel.
Dead as a door.
Dead as a nail, but never a bore.
Always good for a laugh.
Always good for a shout.
Always good for a memory when the
Lights are out.
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12. _ Goodnight Irene
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13. _ (The City Of) Chicago
In the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began
Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land
They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed
A voyage of survival across the stormy sea
To the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
Some of them knew fortune and some of them knew fame
More of them knew hardship, died upon the plane
They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music to ease their lonely hearts
To the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal
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A hozzászólások... |
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