Lyrics:
1, 2, 3, 4
He'd slip away each day with the dimming light
And with the sweetest smile she'd kiss the child goodnight
At the mill she'd work her
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
Won't you come an' rock with I (2x)
Skank quadrille (4x)
Do be do be why, I, I (4x)
(repeat)
Give I likkle soul, oh Jah
Do be do be do by dey , uh uh
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses'
a secular lighthearted work
Two things that didn't come natural in my storytelling
I was fearless in creating then
And I wanted to release a project called
calculera fait hella sinon tié dead
Fume vida comme sicario sinon sourire sera quadrillé
En vrai la famille tu sais quoi ? On manque juste d'un million ou 2
the spoken word is African etymology hey
Verse 1
Repatriation for the black nation
Too long down in a Babylon I need know explanation
No more
Self-care through self-mythology
Electric etymology - and we mean it
Ambiguous androgyny
The parents and the progeny - and we mean it
We mean it in
the proper threshold to enter phase two.
There must be communication released on their human origins, relativity of time, computer robotics, etymology
love afghans
Art today is one of two things: fire or trash can
And that's the dichotomy of quality
Hieroglyphic etymology review policy, yo
I used
fière j’en suis ravie
Y’a 2 mois tu voulais me couler
On prends plus personne sur le navire
Après avoir frôlé la mort
Y’a plus grand chose qui
du fclm
Oh malpassé , force courage loyauté x2
Malpassé x4 c’est qui
Malpassé x4 c’est qui
Malpassé x4 c’est qui
Titi titi titi a passé en
the beat go marching in
Everybody else gon' follow it
I said 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
I send this beat to Heaven
I make that bread no leaven
My friend get better
(text you're) the net you're onto (two)
Still a person chase forever the pleasure it come through
Worsenin' (War sinnin) the Nether a vector comes unglued
from their imagery
The self Possesion & Demonology
False profecy & idelogoy
Fake theology is not etymology b
No doubt GOD is still the word,
Regardless
pète 2 pète 3 pète j'ai encore faim d'shit
Toi t'en fumes qu'un seul pas 2 ni 3 tu fais bad trip
Les jobeurs ont dû cavaler
Les giro sont passés en balle
The Hall in ’59
They danced the Quadrille and the Lancers too
The men in suits with their polished shoes
The ladies shone in summer dresses, arm in
everybody on the floor
One two three now let’s go
Road warrior, road warrior, road warrior
She’s a road warrior
Road warrior dancing for ya
Road warrior
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ah, ah, ah
Tu connais les BMG
Jozii (méchant) Jozii
Cartel volume 2 (tard-pé) Cartel volume 2 (le Seven Binks c'est quadrillé
Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two
hog pen
Let me out this hog pen
Choke slammed on the lawn for what
Being black and innocent
Come along and knock that chip off
For those two wrongs
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