Historical Examples Brace your belt, Watkins, man, and swing your shoulders as a free companion should. I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock we're gonna drive across the county line. But I ain't asking nobody for nothin' If I can't get it on my own You don't like the way I'm livin' You just leave this long haired country boy alone. And now that's where I'm spending I heard about her from a friend of mine He said she lived across the county line The sweetest grape When amateur straight guys have eyes for naked gay guys, that's when the real fucking begins! And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card I set down and won me a I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond Till big John Lee come a strolling in.
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A song of hope to lift my spirits if you please, Or a tale of old rebellion if you dare, I hope I live to see the day I laugh at days like these, And walk the walk of one without a care. A Walk in the Irish Rain. I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea from the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Dunehea I miss the River S As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my The gift is given- take it and wonder. A prudent thief should never drink so much that he becomes bold.
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Champion At Keeping Them Rolling. They must be reminded of their position before there is serious damage done to ourselves and our property. Here I go, swinging low across that county line, the noose that was around my neck is far. There were three farmers in the North and as they were passing by They swore an oath, a mighty oath that John Barleycorn must d Well I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more with armalites and mortorbombs I thought I knew the score But now we have a As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jaill I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we've failed? The Ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic My friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow franti
You'll Never Walk Alone. As I got down to Turra market, Turra market for to fee I fell in with a wealthy farmer, the barnyards of Delgaty A linten ad I remember the night that he came in From the wintry cold and damp A giant of a man in an oilskin coat And the bundle that to And I'll tell you of my country, That you might understa Darlin, darlin' you've put up with so much Betrayed by your leaders, abandoned by your church I've watched you suffer, now you