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quare bungle rye

Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on the town
And she was a damsel who skipped up and down
Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by
Would you care for to purchase some
quare bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Thought Jack to himself, "Now what can this be?
But the finest of whiskey from far Germany
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that it goes by is
quare bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"

Jack gave her a pound and he thought nothing strange
Said she, "Hold the basket till I get you your change"
Jack looked in the basket and a baby did spy
Oh, Begorrah, said Jack, this is
quare bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Now to get the child christened was Jack's first intent
For to get the child christened, to the parson he went
Says the parson to Jack, "What will he go by?"
Begorrah, says Jack, Call him
quare bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Said the parson to Jack, "That's a mighty queer name"
Says Jack to the parson, "It's a queer way he came
Smuggled up in a basket and sold on the sly
And the name that he'll go by is
quare bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

Now all you young sailors who roam on the town
Beware of those damsels who skip up and down
Take a look in their basket as they pass you by
Or else they may sell you some
quare bungle rye roddy rye?
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye

ne klepeci nanulama

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Ne silazi sa čardaka
i ne pitaj gdje sam bio
zašto su mi oči plačne
zbog čega sam suze lio

Stajao sam kraj mezara
i umrlu majku zvao
nosio joj dar od srca
ali joj ga nisam dao

Ne klepeći nanulama
kad silaziš sa čardaka
sve pomislim, moja draga,
da silazi stara majka

Mosellied

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Im weiten deutschen Lande
zieht mancher Strom dahin
von allen, die ich kannte
liegt einer mir im Sinn
O Moselstrand, o selig Land!
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

Es kommt so stolz gezogen
der Strom im Sonnenschein
und schlinget seine Wogen
durch heller Hügel Reih´n
O Sonnenglanz, o Wellentanz
ihr grünen Berge, o Fluß und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

Und an des Stromes Bette
all überall im Tal
da stehen Dörfer, Städte
und Burgen ohne Zahl.
O Stadt und Land, o Stromesrand!
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

Da blühen holdsel´ge Frauen
und manches Mägdlein zart
und Mänenr magst du schauen
und Knaben guter Art
O Männermut, o Liebesglut
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

Auf sonn´ger Bergeseite
da steh'n die Reben schlank
in tiefer Keller Weite
da liegt manch kühler Trank
O lichter Schein, o kühler Wein
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

Und volle Krüg und Flaschen
die sind an jedem Ort
und wem sind leer die Taschen
der gibt ein gutes Wort
O froher Sang, o Gläser Klang
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

Wer fröhlich führt zum Munde
das Glas mit kühlem Wein
dem duften auf dem Grunde
viel tausend Blümelein
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

So seg´n euch Gott ihr Höhen
er segne Leut´ und Land
die Reben, die da stehen
auf grüner Bergeswand
O Moselstrand, o selig Land!
Ihr grünen Berge, o Fluss und Tal
ich grüß´ euch von Herzen
viel tausendmal

mairi s wedding

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mairi s wedding

Step we gaily on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row and row
All for Mairi' s wedding

Over hill-way up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the shieling through the town
All for Mairi's wedding

Plenty herring plenty meal
Plenty peat tae fill her creel
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast for Mairi

Cheeks as bright as rowans are
Brighter far than any star
Fairest of them all by far is my darling Mairi

Over hill-ways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the sheiling through the town
All for sake of Mairi

The Orange and the Green

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The Orange and the Green

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,
Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy.
That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne

One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

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