Lyrics:
the road from Raven to the Pubs near Cunard Pier But the things weren't the same, at the place where I became A man in this town, I call my home I'm goin'
to the pubs near Cunard Pier But the things weren't the same, As the place where I became, A man in this town I call my home.
the night life is my want Lovers dreaming as lovers do in Liverpool Moonlight Ambling along towards the Pier Head Past the statue of the boys by the Cunard
on the Clyde Oh sweet Mary sail on by Mary, pride of Cunard, the fastest of her day She sailed from New York harbour, a titan of the waves Ten thousand troops
będzińskim rynku szedł Abrama pogrzeb czarny Przybijał do niujorskich wód wspaniały Cunard Line Dolarów pięćset dziennie ma w największej dziś kawiarni
rynku szedł Abrama pogrzeb czarny Przybijał do New Yorku wód wspaniały Cunard Line Dolarów pięćset dziennie ma w największej dziś kawiarni Charlestona
the first time So I will head Towards the boat Lusitania is the name Of this Cunard liner And she cuts A fine figure Lucy I affectionately Dub her As I head
Seventh of May, Just off the coast of Queenstown, Cunard ship with no flag, Was coasting then it slowed down, Nurses under mast, To face the crazy
ride We bypassed Liverpool and left it all behind Just like those good old boys with the Cunard Line Forget about the mopheads and their Eleanor You
the oldest surviving recording of Thomas Edison’s voice, made in October 1888 he describes an imagined trip “around the world on the phonograph,” by Cunard
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