Come on lads get your shovel and cart move your tired legs This work is hard, it comes straight from our hearts Come on folks let's stab the peat in the fields Work to the beat, can't you feel the heat? This is where we belong we have to sing this song
In memory of James Brian who came to Inishmore He found his true love in 1854 The hot blooded lad should have listened to what we said He worked during the night and now he is dead Drop your shovel when the sun goes down and bring the crop Back to town and don't you dare to slow down Something lurks in the nightly bog, it traps you with it's voice And drags you into the fog take a look at the clock This is where we belong, we have to sing this song
Oh, my love, why did you stay? I cannot live alone It hurts so much when I pray I'm begging for you to come home I won't find a love no more You were the one I lived for But I will give you my most honest word The story of James Brian will be heardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
