Vārdi:
Irish

't you cry Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lural Man that song I'm singin' is just an Irish lullaby Oh yes, it's just an Irish lullaby

May the road rise to meet you. may the wind be always at your back may the sunshine upon your face until we meet again. and until we meet again until

If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead I

A long time ago, when the Earth was green, There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen. And they ran about and played while the Earth was being

Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go All the lassies say hello a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??

As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare To view the still waters and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song, Oh take me

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 merry month of june, from me home I started left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother drank

I wandered in time, till I found myself thinking Of young children playing at the dawning of spring They sang merry songs, like the wind in the willows