AN CAILIN RUA *
Nach doiligh domhsa mo chailin a mholadh ‘S ni he amhain mar bhi si rua Bhi si mar gath greine a dhul in eadan na
Nach doiligh domhsa mo chailin a mholadh ‘S ni he amhain mar bhi si rua Bhi si mar gath greine a dhul in eadan na
I like to be in America ok by me in America everything free in America for a small fee in America I like the city
They told all the fine young men,That, when this war is over,There will be peace,And the peace will last forever.In Flanders Fields,At Lone Pine and
I’m lying alone with my head on the phoneThinking of you till it hurtsI know you hurt too but what else can we doTormented and
Ag Críost an síol, ag Críost an fómhar; in iothlainn Dé go dtugtar sinn. Ag Críost an mhuir, ag Críost an t-iasc; i líonta Dé
O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come ye, o come ye, to Bethlehem. Come and behold him, born the King of angels;
The summer sun looked down on our love long agoBut in my heart I feel the same old afterglowA love so beautiful in every wayA
Cielo e mar! l’etereo velo splende come un santo altar. L’angiol mio verrà dal cielo? l’angiol mio verrà dal mare? Qui l’attendo; ardente spira oggi
Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note,Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat.Said he, “Sure, of goat’s milk I mean to have my fill!”But
They come from the farms and the factories too And they all soon forget who they are The cares of today are soon washed away As they sit