Lyrics:
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum, no battle
this break shit
I feel like we breakin'
Fuck the situation
Let's fix our relations
You know you amazing
Guess I'm learning you ain't basic (Basic)
You
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum, no battle
victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glen Malure Feach
Mac Hugh O'Byrne
But me I'm sick and tired of hate
I'll never
I pray ye let her alane.
Then oot it spak his little sister,
Stood by her nurse's knee.
'O marry ye your fair Annie
And let the ither yen be,
Lyrics by Glen Anthony
Music by Charlie Chaplin
My love, you are the song
That sings inside of me
The song is always the same
It starts with love
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
a mountain and glen,
Forget not the boys of the heather
Who rallied their bravest and best
When Ireland was broken in Wexford
And looked for revenge
Glen Weekly cut a path deep and wide|He taught us well 'bout how to live this life|Now he's gone||I was thinking as they laid him in the ground|Oh!
As down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum no bottle drum,
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we
unite, our hands caress.
Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land, (as) we fly side by side over mountains and glens. In the twilight lit
of the light
Weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour
Where the them hoers at get your
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
[Chorus]
Come away oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
WOOP!
We all down too buzz
WOOP! WOOP!
Red strings in our Chucks
Henneby
And a gang of weed
And a proper-ass bitch to skeez
[G''LEN, DOGG, be
motherfucker!
YING YANG!!!
Take that motherfucker!
[Kain]
The same to niggas that the hoes used to dis
Now we ridin on the road doing shows with our
An Ulster man I am proud to be
From the Antrim glens I come
And though I've laboured by the sea
I have followed fife and drum
I have heard
glens, where legends are born,
Echoes of bagpipes, our souls adorn (hey-ey, hey-ey)
With every step, on the ancient land we tread,
History whispers tales
banks of Loch Lomond
''Twas there that we parted, by yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the highland hills we
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