Lyrics:
Ford Gateway
And I don't wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
Can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert
Ford Gateway
And I don't wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
Can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert
of holes
Around the river meadow
Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs
Hides spokeless wheels in shadow
Sentries lean on thorn wood spears
Blow
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did
They gave this plough boy his fortune and fame
Since that day, he ain't
Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did
They gave this plough boy his fortune and fame
Since that day, he ain't
gallant ship did plough
One night among the sailors there came an awful row
They tumbled from their hammocks for their rest it did destroy
They complained
And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave.
I begged hard for my darling as I would for my life.
But they'd not listen to me although a fond
of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.
But man has come to plough the tide,
The oak lies on the ground.
I hear their tires in the fields,
They drive
I'll plough and sow and reap and mow and you shall sit and spin
Singing how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
Her parents then
as a feather
Heavy as the weather
If it was rainstorms
Put our hands together to plough obey
It's like a show was over
But we're too scared to walk away
lapping
I can't keep my hand on the plough
Because it's dying
But I will lay me down with my arms
Round a rainbow
And I will lay me down to dream
Oh, will
Tell her to plough it with a lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to sow it all o'er with one peppercorn
And then she'll be a true love
At night they homeward bent their way,
While brightly shone the moon.
If he should cross the flowery dale,
Or go to view the plough,
She comes
We'll dance in a ring love,
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass,
And it's oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads
the rain will soften all my ground
And make the plough cut perfectly
The earth is ready for the seed
And a little rain is all I need
And another rain has
employed him their labouring boy to be
To plough the soil and reap and mow, all on her father’s land
And she did fall in love with him, as you may understand
And you shall be the farmer go whistling the plough’
dear to me,
He's gone to plough the ocean,
On board the Victory.
And many a pleasant evening,
My love and I did meet,
He clasped me round my slender
yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
Chorus
From Bantry Bay into
jolly brave boys
There's lots of grog in the jar
We'll plough the briny ocean
With the jolly roving tar
When Jack comes in, it's then he'll steer
To some
all your will
Give I the plough and the mashett
Mek me go clean up the earth
Food haffi plant, but Jack belly nah go fill
Them fight gainst
pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
To my plough rust colored brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down
From
Angeles and Maryland
Say a me dem want fi plough dem hairy land
Them crown me king de one and only Doctor Beenie Man
Dem block de road when me a pass
of Biscay our gallant ship did plough.
One night among the sailors was a fearful flurryin' row.
They tumbled from their hammocks for their sleep it did
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