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(Scots Gaellic) Seallaibh curaigh Eoghainn Look at Owen's coracle Is coig ramh fichead oirre With five and twenty oars on her Seallaibh curaigh
popping Think she model ass coracle 10k Dm's10k likes 10k follows Third semester in the gym thick as shit taking pics out stretch it out Work it out
me when Things are gettin kinda rough It's like I am dying all the time And thanks for being there when it's cold It's like you're my coracle
his coracle Buck-shot from the badger cull In the fields beside the water Swamp-land for the alder tree Mud-banks where the amblers flee In the trails
towards the sun Contraband, pearls and cinnamon Firefly lantern vagabond To girls on coracles and rum Mystery golden eagle Storyteller keep our secret You
linen and propane I'm going east towards the sun Contraband, pearls and cinnamon Firefly lantern vagabond To girls on coracles and rum I drop a package
threescore rivers standing on the ledge I have been a wolf, been an eagle Been a coracle in seas And I have been a drop in the shower Been a sword in the grasp
of tea a cup of Sake A Virgin Mary with the Marquis By canoe and coracle I solely own my carryall Counting different coloured cars We've got the same
with people in their paths Follow their signs and mystic marks A mug of tea, a cup of sake A Virgin Mary with the Marquis By canoe and coracle I
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