Ah Ireland, the land of the faieries
There once was a young man
An' he lived all alone
An' he worked at the weaver's trade
An' the only, only thing that he did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid
He wooed her in the summer time
Part of the winter, too
An' the only only thing that he did that was wrong
Was to keep her form the foggy, foggy dew . . .
One night she knelt close by my side
When I was fast asleep.
She threw her arms around my neck
And she began to weep.
She wept, she cried, she tore her hair
Ah, me! What could I do?
So all night long I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.
"Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy" (If you can remember this..........)
ssssssssssssssssspttth ....... hit?
Howdy Doody Goys and Birls.
Buffalo girls, won't you come out tonight?
Green grow the lilacs, all sparklin' with dew
Green grow the lilacs, all red, white and blue . . .
and as high as an elephant's eye.
For the benefit of Mr. Kite
There will be a show tonight
at Bishopsgate...
Got no diamond, got no pearl,
Still I think I´m a lucky girl
I've got the sun in the morning and the moon at night
I've got the sun in the mornin' and the father at night.
Couldn't resist that.
