You've heard of the great disaster Where a terrible price was paid. One hundred and forty colliers lost, and twenty only saved. Down in the ground they
Folding hills and a silver lane, A weeping maid, an evening in the rain, Roses ramble and the trees hang low, We sit and drink to all good friends we
Come and listen, brave and tall, The greatest tale I have to tell you, It was a bleak and barren moor. In ancient days he fell. There rode a man of high
Winter morning, I rode out to take the air. I heard them calling, there`s a hunt today declared. Two young soldiers are on the run, Came in courting
In this fair town we laid them down in 1643, It was poor King Charles who travelled for miles In the heart of a civil dream. As fierce young men we
Come all young fellows that carry a gun, Beware of late shooting when the daylight is done. It is my reckoning that many hazards they may run. I shot
All you sailors old or young come light the guns on everyone. We`ll take the ship and go to sea Crush the north in `53 Fought upon a broken shore With
A soldier is obsessed with his love - a true charmer. For the charmer courted me, And she stole away my love, When my heart was young and fair, She
Poor as paupers, proud as kings, All we do is aim for better things. That finger, finger of faith comes out and touches me, It`s better, better late
Summer evening, a maiden fair Was walking forth in the open air. She met her lover on the way, She called out her heart would stay. She said love not
He?s going under. Beneath this stone in the fading light Lies the lonely soul of a Joseph Wright. Few hearts knew his kindness warm, Few heads grew with
Out of the moonlight in the month of May, This ship would take her last breath. Her full mast it was draping, Like a mermaid she was dressed. Her lonely
I heard her in the valley, I heard her in the dead of night. The warning of a white hare Her eyes burning bright. Careful you don`t catch her Or give
