Brady Paul lyrics
Brady Paul lyrics
"Arthur McBride And The Sergeant Lyrics"
Will The Circle Be Unbroken Lyrics
Like a desert blooms with new fallen rains, Like joy you bring me makes me live just the same, Like a northern star that shines through the night, The peace you offer feels so right, I can't live... Without your love, without your love, if you were to leave me now, I would be lost somehow, without your love... As mother nature makes her seasons go by, Both our lives are just as d
Like a desert blooms with new fallen rains, Like joy you bring me makes me live just the same, Like a northern star that shines through the night, The peace you offer feels so right, I can't live... Without your love, without your love, if you were to leave me now, I would be lost somehow, without your love... As mother nature makes her seasons go by, Both our lives are just as d
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning...
Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer, intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and charming.
"Good morning ! Good morning!" the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you gentlemen!" we did reply ,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning.
But says he, "My fine fellows if you will enlist,
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning.
Fo
Paja Brava Lyrics
En la tierra crece hierba buena con la lluvia y el rayo de sol pasadizo para el otro patio, punto rojo, casita de Dios. El bele?o y la belladona, amanita y la mandragora florecitas de mi tierra santa, viajecito para el mas alla. Masca coca que ya estamos alto, ca?amo bueno pa'la tristeza. Mescalito ya viene a buscarte, venadito, peyote
r a soldier he leads a very fine life En la tierra crece hierba buena con la lluvia y el rayo de sol pasadizo para el otro patio, punto rojo, casita de Dios. El bele?o y la belladona, amanita y la mandragora florecitas de mi tierra santa, viajecito para el mas alla. Masca coca que ya estamos alto, ca?amo bueno pa'la tristeza. Mescalito ya viene a buscarte, venadito, peyote
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives pleasant and charming...
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning."
"But", says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning.
And although that we are single and free
we take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming
And
Fade Away Lyrics
Now the ghouls are back on the streets, Capturing new victims and starting to feast, The lost souls haunted eyes show shame and guilt, Soon fresh blood is set to spill, Dressed in disguise, They offer their friendship and trust, But what they really want, Is to suck you dry in lust, Have your spirits,we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning"
"Oh now!", says the sergeant "I'll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Divils!", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdeydowdow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning
And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.
Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside,
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning
Now the ghouls are back on the streets, Capturing new victims and starting to feast, The lost souls haunted eyes show shame and guilt, Soon fresh blood is set to spill, Dressed in disguise, They offer their friendship and trust, But what they really want, Is to suck you dry in lust, Have your spirits,
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning"
"Oh now!", says the sergeant "I'll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Divils!", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in
This Island Lyrics
you must not love to hate you must not take the bait and learn to hit delete you'd say the same thing to me rent's high and the war's on and it's last call even your friends lok worried my friends think you're smart we think you're super-fine but it's high time
the morning". you must not love to hate you must not take the bait and learn to hit delete you'd say the same thing to me rent's high and the war's on and it's last call even your friends lok worried my friends think you're smart we think you're super-fine but it's high time
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdeydowdow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning
And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.
Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside,
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning