Тексты песен Clancy Brothers

CALTON WEAVER I am a weaver, a Calton weaver I am a brash and a roving blade I have silver in my pouches And I follow a roving trade Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy whiskey Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy O As I walk

In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light; And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy As she danced round the floor with her