Imleabhar: CBÉ 0189
- Dáta
- 1935
- Bailitheoir
- Suíomhanna
Ar an leathanach seo
Old Song (ar lean)
“In the city of Armagh...”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)To leave friends and relations to mourn for my sake
To leave dadda and mamma and go off with a rake Some day(s) I'm foolish and more says I'm not wise
Some says I'm guilty of many a crime
But to make them all liars then you come with me
And sail to America my true love says he.Some says he's sailing for the Isle of man
More says he's not, for a great crime he's done
But to make them all liars you'll come with me
I'll take you to America my true love says he
Green grows the rushes and the tops of them small(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)