When Adam was in Paradise in the first of creation Although he was in plentiness, he murmured at our station Although he never seen the fair, but aye his notion it was there With you, my dear, I'll part and share and I'll hug you in my bosom.
Fill your glasses to the brim, toast about the jorum bowl That every lad may get the lass that he loves in his bosom.
When Adam he was all alone, a slumber it was granted him. A rib was taken from his side to make up what was wanting. And when this rib became a maid, just like a rose or a blossom grown Then Adam he began his trade for to hug her in his bosom.
Fill your glasses to the brim, toast about the jorum bowl That every lad may get the lass that he loves in his bosom.
Lassie, lassie, will you take a walk to view fair nature in its bloom And view the corn growing from the stalk, and so will I, my dearie. To yonder bower we did repair in search of pleasure and fresh air And the lassie said she was content for to lie in his bosom.
Fill your glasses to the brim, toast about the jorum bowl That every lad may get the lass that he loves in his bosom.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
