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I Won't Follow You Up to Carlow

Fiddler's Green

Stagebox

1999

You'll never get my soul though 
Bury the hatchet, down the sword 
No justification by the Lord 
No more feud, I'm tired of war 
No following up

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair road I
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum no battle

My African love song
My tales by moonlight 
Sing for me
Tito Da Fire (ye yele oh ye)

She be dancin' in twilight
Flashing me the greenlight
I see

I can fly out Monday 
See y'all next Sunday 
See the world from a clouds point of view
Stop saying what you gonna do
And Do what you were gonna do!

Your Picture in the Paper

The Statler Brothers

The Best of the Statler Bros. Rides Again, Vol. 2

1980

you were glad to see her
And knowin’ your mama, she probably cried
But then so did I

I saw your picture in the paper Sunday mornin'
By then

wanna seek you
I don't wanna go to church
On Sundays
Praising your name
Acting all saved
But on the weekdays
It's like another type of life
Or something

you keep that in mind
I might see you on Sunday
Most of the time I'm okay by my self
And I don't feel like I m sitting on a shelf
I'm gonna be all I

the packet right
You ain't even see a nigga comin nah
Cuz I'm trappin out the house on Sunday yea
Trapped out the house on a Sunday what
Niggas round here

In the court of Augustine the 12th
The king reprimanded his men and demanded
They put to good use all his wealth
To cure his deep ennui for you see

Jacob was a good boy
Always got to church on time
Never missed a Sunday
Till he got taste of fingerlakes wine
Then he drank till his teeth turnt red

The Foggy Dew

The Young Dubliners

Breathe

1995

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle

Nothing really matters 
Just want you to be there 
All I want is you, don't even care 
Early in the morning 
When I see the light 
And you are by my side

mate
Young havoc where you at
Pull a sack out your hat
Twist that uptown magician
Dime bag technician
Fly rides with the booming system
See four in

scratch offs
Golden corral every sunday nigga
No ones just blue strip hundreds nigga
I gotta relationship with them junkies nigga
Mr. Old Nat owe me money

Pushing packs so my unk them can eat they ran the street 
Won't name the city but I know it's by a beach 
First thing I learned was stack so you stay on yo

Hang with me on Sunday mornin'
Just usually, like we were kids
You know that sparklin' feeling
When you think you're so big

Hang with me on Sunday

Know you love to travel
Take a flight come to me
It wouldn't be a hassle
Lil razzle dazzle
Friday to Sunday chilling in the castle
Take a break cause

Give It Up

Damu Ridas II

How Deep Is Your Hood

1998

a spy
Just to see Crabs' moma cry

[B-BRAZY]
Give it up
WOOP! WOOP!
We all down too buzz
WOOP! WOOP!
If you bangin' nigga give it up

[DOGG]

The Stately Homes of England

Noël Coward

A Portrait of Noel Coward

2011

Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see

you say now
Ain't really the time or the place for a mothafucking scowl on the face
See I'm tryna be right
See like me I'm just having one of my good

you know a nigga wit it
I'm out here gettin' it from Monday to Sunday until I'm finished
Niggaz see me winnin'
May the Lord be my witness
I'm gettin' it

much
Baby girl won't you stay at by my side
Everyday spending too much on your effort
When will i see the world with the colors
[Pre-Chorus: flo le

Boy your suit cold
It's only one Super Sunday
It ain't the Super Bowl

Walking through the smoke
Of the Kawasaki
Everybody come see me mask like
I'm

Heaven and Hell, on a journey to find my self
Feelings of regret, fabricated by demons in shells
From people you love and people you've never even