Тексты песен Gaelic Storm

From Bimini to the Jersey Shore they ran their sacred mission To help the poor unfortunates, oppressed by the Prohibition When the Puritans in politics began to play their dirty tricks And outlaw ever

Oh the little boats have gone, from the breast of Anna Liffey, and the Ferrymen are stranded on the quai, The Dublin docks are dying, and a way of life is gone Its over Molly, over can't you see Where