[Aesop Rock] 3x Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin, when I walk, I wanna break
used to it It's fucking up my sense of vision could you repeat that once again I'm stuck on hyperactive rhythm is it affecting my attention span? My attention span
(traditional) Alison Gross that lives in yon tower The ugliest witch in the North Country Has trysted me one day up to her bower And many a fair speech
All around my hat I will wear the green willow And all around my hat for a twelve month and a day And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon? Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman? Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie? Saw ye Geordie
Late last night when the squire came home Inquiring for his lady Some denied and some replied She's gone with the Black Jack Davey Go saddle to me the
Gaudete, gaudete Christus est natus Ex Maria Virgine Gaudete Tempus adest gratiae Hoc quod optabamus Carmina laetitiae Devote reddamus Deus homo factus
Come all brother, tradesmen that travel along O pray, come and tell me where the trade is all gone Long time have I traveled and I cannot find none And
Sometime in October, We sailed from England's shore, When we sailed into a raging storm Like I've never ever seen before; And all of the crew they were
Married him in April, lost him in July; Listen to my story and I'll tell you why, They said that he'd been poaching and stealing wine, They said I wouldn
One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather I met with an old man a-clothed all in leather He was clothed all in leather with a cap beneath his
Do you remember what we promised when we met, my love? There would never be a reason for regret, my love The news has come to town, the news flies up
Said the Lord unto his Lady as he rode over the moss "Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long
I am a forester of this land As you may plainly see It's the mantle of your maidenhead That I would have from thee He's taken her by the milk white hand
As I walked down through Chatham Street a fair maid I did meet, She asked me to see her home-- she lived in Bleecker Street. Chorus: And away you santy
I am a youthful lady My troubles they are great, My tongue is scarcely able My grievance to relate; Since I have lost my true love, That was ever dear
There's your lords and ladies fine, Riding in a coach and six, Nothing to drink but claret wine, Talking politicks. London is a dainty place, A great
When I was on horseback, wasn't I pretty? When I was on horseback, wasn't I gay? Wasn't I pretty when I entered Cork City And met with my downfall on
