Lyrics:
beat with flying feet No love sang me her queen Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men And they wore the jackets green No hoarded wealth did my love
to King James and To Sarsfield's wise craft "Here's to George the elector!" And fiercely they laughed Good luck to the girls we wooed long ago Where
Well bless old Willie's moustache But don't write this city's epitaph There's life still in the old girl yet Wipe the shit off top of Sarsfield's head
to the forewinds is unfurled You'll read the roll of honour and You'll find an armoured scar The name of Sarsfield Mulligan The man from Mullingar The peelers
Sarsfield true Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone And also Robert Emmett who 'til Death did not give o'er Oh ghrá mo chroí I long to see old Ireland free once more
es argentino Firme junto al pueblo como Crónica Somos couple goals como Chandler con Mónica Cosplay de L Garfield no se mueve Sarsfield como Vélez
At the Siege of Limerick Patrick Sarsfield won the day But the Irish they were cheated When his army went away Queen Ann and her successors forced
The fights fought long ago King Billy and Sarsfield are in the grave Where you can't tell friend from foe So let's meet again on the Slopes of the Boyne
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