The Cut Finger
THE GOSSOON [Weeping]
It’s bleedin’! It’s bleedin’!
THE OULD WOMAN [Soothingly]
An’ shure, me lad, ‘t is bleedin’;
But come, me hearty laddy buck, be brave an’ do not cry;
A lad that’s learnin’ readin’ sh’u'd be far beyant the heedin’
Av a tiny bit o’ finger cut that hurrts a bit foreby.
‘Ere ye come till wan an’ twinty
Ye’ll be havin’ hurrts in plinty
An’ ye’ll learn a bit o’ bleedin’ doesn’t mean ye’re goin’ t’ die.
THE GOSSOON [Crying]
It’s bleedin’! It’s bleedin’!
THE OULD WOMAN [Comfortingly]
An’ shure, me lad, ‘t is bleedin’;
But he’s me slashin’ buckeen, an’ he will not weep at all;
A rag is all ‘t is needin’ fer t’ sthop the whole proceedin’,
An’, shure, a bit o’ rosy blood won’t make me gossoon bawl;
Fer ‘t is but wan way av knowin’
Ye have good red blood a-flowin’
An’ a-workin’ all inside av ye t’ make ye strong an’ tall.
THE GOSSOON [Sobbing]
It’s bleedin’! It’s bleedin’!
THE OULD WOMAN [Lovingly]
Aye, aye, me lad, ‘t is bleedin’,
An’ some foine day yer hearrt will bleed as bleeds the hearrt av me.
The saints ye will be pleadin’, but ‘t is little they’ll be heedin’,
Fer the worrld is full av bleedin’ hearrts on either side the sea.
An’ I’d die t’ aise the achin’
Whin ye feel yer hearrt a-brealdn’,
But, ah! the poor ould woman won’t be there t’ comfort ye.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Somewhere In The Jungle
There it stands way up high
A million bodies piled to the sky
Arms and legs, feet and hands
Impossible to understand
Countless heads, ears and eyes
Never hear, never cry
Tribal chants, tribal war
Tribal death, tribal gore
And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Not a single soul is breathing
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Not a single soul is breathing
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere
African genucide
Brother kill brother
Side by side
Wild animals show their teeth
And run away in disbelief
And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Not a single soul is breathing
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
And the scaveggers are feeding
Cuz the killing fields are bleeding
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere
Somewhere the rivers will flow with blood
The mothers will cry their tears
They watch their sons die
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere
Cuz the Serengetti's bleedin'
Listen somewhere in the jungle
You can hear the devil laughing
Somewhere
Somewhere the rivers will flow with blood
The mothers will cry their tears
They watch their sons die
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Left For Dead On The Road Of Love
Chorus:
Well I've been left for dead on the road of love.
I was doin' high speed with a load of love
Forgot the first creed in the code of love.
All's fair in love and war.
Verse 1:
Well I'm an honest man and I try to be true.
I did unto her like I'll do unto you.
Now you prefer to tell me we're through.
I'm bleedin' through my shirt and tie.
I'm bleedin' and I'll tell you why.
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Well now who is the guy and when did he come?
When did he start to go beatin' your drum?
Well he's hittin' on you. I'm feelin' numb
And she don't believe a word I told her.
I'm cryin' on a gravel shoulder.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Watch what you're doin'.
Look where you're goin'.
Give me a signal.
Some way of knowin'.
Well now who's at the wheel in the life that drove by.
I could swear it was her made me shift into high.
She's got those dangerous curves
And they're wrackin' my nerves
She always wiggles and swerves.
She's gonna give her driver everything he deserves.
Verse 3:
Well now who could want this to lie here alone
With a palate of bricks, a pillow of stone.
Well to think that one kiss pulled me out o' my zone
And I wonder what's the change inside her?
This road has got a long divider.
(Chorus)
All's fair in love and war.
All's fair in love and war.
song performed by by Don McLean
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Say what you like about my bloody murderous government,' I says, 'but don't insult me poor bleedin' country.
quote by Edward Abbey
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Meet My Maker
This is where I'll meet my maker tonight
So this is it
This is my life
This is my time
It's ending tonight
I made my mistakes
I tried to live right
Stepped out of the darkness into the light
And when I'm gone
Will they remember
Will they mourn
Will they move on
When my sad songs for lonely son
His time has come his life is done
And tonight
We'll celebrate the end
Of this life
And we'll sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whhooaa aaooohh
It's alright
this is a night like we've began
With open arms
This is the way
The way I'll meet my maker tonight
And on my grave
What will it say?
Here lies another soul that was saved
So please don't cry
Just sleep at night
And I will wait on the other side
And tonight
we'll celebrate the end
Of this life
And we'll sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whooaahh ooohhh
It's alright
This is a night like we've began
With open arms
This is the way
The way I'll meet my maker tonight
And tonight
We'll celebrate the end
Of this life
And we'll sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whooaaa ooohh
It's alright
This is a night like we've began
With open arms
This is the way
The way I'll meet my maker tonight
Whhoooaaa oohhh [x12]
Lost and broken, hopeless and lonely. Smilin on the outside. But hurt beneath my skin. My eyes are fadin. My soul is bleedin. Ill try to make it seem ok, but my faith is wearin' thin.
So help me heal these wounds. Leave it open for way too long. Help me fill this hole, even though this is not your fault. That Im open, and I'm bleedin, all over your brand new rug. And I need someone to help me sew them up.
I only wanted a magazine. I only wanted a movie screen. I only wanted the life I read about and dreamed. And now my mind is an open book. And now my heart is an open wound. And now my life is an open soul for all to see.
But help me heal these wounds. Leave it open for way too long. Help me fill this hole, even though this is not your fault. That I'm open, and I'm bleedin, all over your brand new rug. And I need someone to help me.
So you come along. I push you away. Then kick and scream for you to stay. Cuz I need someone to help me, oh I need someone to help me, to help me heal these wounds, leave it open for way too long, help me fill this hole.
Even though this is not your fault, that I'm open, and I'm bleedin, all over your brand new rug, and I need someone to help me sew them, I need someone to help me fill them, I need someone to help me close them up.
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Rv
Backside melts into the sofa
My world, my tv, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Aint much else to do
Yeah, I sweat a lot
Pants fall down every time I bend over
And my feet itch
Yeah - I married a scarecrow
I hate you
Talkin to myself
Everybodys starin at me
Im only bleedin
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks english anymore
Would anyone tell me if I was gettin stupider?
I hate you
Talkin to myself
You dont feel it after awhile
You take the beating
Im a swingin guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing - - -
Toss me inside a hefty
And put me in the ground
A drink needs me
I dont
I aint about to guzzle no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin to myself
Everybodys starin at me
Im only bleedin
Where are the kids?
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Aternailedoncrosses
I think its time I had a talk with my kids
Ill just tell em what my daddy told me
You aint never gonna amount to nothin
song performed by by Faith No More
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Epic Poem
This poem is epic
so I named it so
it's more epic than wind and snow
which are in there own respects quite epic
snow could be described as ghetto
and wind can take on epic forms
like a spinning tiger with legs made of iron bars
that would be pretty epic
infact I think that happened in outer mongolia
to a young girl how got hit by the iron bars
sadly she died
but the type of death was one we all wish for
over exposure to pure epicness
like viewing a snail with a lightsaber who flies over mountains made of cheese
that's bleedin' epic
imagine it if you can
can you?
I imagined it so according to the ontological arguement
it exists
im scared now
it may be coming to get me
and although I will suffer the best kind of death
it will be death still
and what is death without life
it is simply death
that was mock epic
those statements aren't as deep as you think they are
they are meerly the ramblings of a crazy man
you fell for it did you not
I know you did for I can see you
your PC moniter is actually a camera
If you're paranoid then you will be scared now
and for that reason I laugh
I can see your fear
I smell it
it is like raspberry ripple ice cream
your fear is wierd
I don't like you anymore
this poem is bleedin' epic!
poem by Torben Duncan
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Sinnerman
Thomas crown affair version:
Sinnerman where you gunna run to
Sinnerman where you gunna run to
Where you gunna run to
All on that day
Well I run to the rock
Please hide me I run to the rock
Please hide me I run to the rock
Please hide me lord
All on that day
Well the rock cried out
I cant hide you the rock cried out
I cant hide you the rock cried out
I aint gunna hide you god
All on that day
I said rock whats a matter with you rock
Dont you see I need you rock
Dont let down
All on that day
So I run to the river
It was bleedin I run to the sea
It was bleedin I run to the sea
It was bleedin all on that day
So I run to the river it was boilin
I run to the sea it was boilin
I run to the sea it was boilin
All on that day
So I run to the lord
Please help me lord
Dont you see me prayin
Dont you see me down here prayin
But the lord said
Go to the devil
The lord said
Go to the devil
He said go to the devil
All on that day
So I ran to the devil
He was waiting
I ran to the devil he was waiting
I ran to the devil he was waiting
All on that day
Oh yeah
Oh I run to the river
It was boilin I run to the sea
It was boilin I run to the sea
It was boilin all on that day
So I ran to the lord
I said lord hide me
Please hide me
Please help me
All on that day
Said God where were you
When you are old and prayin
Lord lord hear me prayin
Lord lord hear me prayin
Lord lord hear me prayin
All on that day
Sinnerman you oughta be prayin
Oughta be prayin sinnerman
Oughta be prayin all on that day
song performed by by Nina Simone
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EVIL MOTHER...by talile ali
EVIL MOTHER
EVIL MOTHER
BRING US AROUND
EVIL, BROTHER
WHEN SHE GOES DOWN
NEVER CARIN
NEVER SHARIN
NEVER KNOWIN ANYONE
NEVER LOVIN
ALWAYS SHOVIN
NEVER GIVING TO SOMEONE
ALWAYS KNOWING
ALWAYS BLOWING
ALWAYS FUSSING WITH SOMEONE
ALWAYS BLEEDIN
ALWAYS SEEDIN
ALWAYS FEEDING ON THE DUMB
EVIL MOTHER
BRINGIN US ALL DOWN
EVIL, BROTHER
WHEN SHE GOES DOWN
poem by Talile Ali
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My Mate
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots,
And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im.
(Look out there, lad! That sniper -- 'e's a dysey when 'e shoots;
'E'll be layin' of you out the same as Jim.)
Jim as lies there in the dug-out wiv 'is blanket round 'is 'ead,
To keep 'is brains from mixin' wiv the mud;
And 'is face as white as putty, and 'is overcoat all red,
Like 'e's spilt a bloomin' paint-pot -- but it's blood.
And I'm tryin' to remember of a time we wasn't pals.
'Ow often we've played 'ookey, 'im and me;
And sometimes it was music-'alls, and sometimes it was gals,
And even there we 'ad no disagree.
For when 'e copped Mariar Jones, the one I liked the best,
I shook 'is 'and and loaned 'im 'arf a quid;
I saw 'im through the parson's job, I 'elped 'im make 'is nest,
I even stood god-farther to the kid.
So when the war broke out, sez 'e: "Well, wot abaht it, Joe?"
"Well, wot abaht it, lad?" sez I to 'im.
'Is missis made a awful fuss, but 'e was mad to go,
('E always was 'igh-sperrited was Jim).
Well, none of it's been 'eaven, and the most of it's been 'ell,
But we've shared our baccy, and we've 'alved our bread.
We'd all the luck at Wipers, and we shaved through Noove Chapelle,
And . . . that snipin' barstard gits 'im on the 'ead.
Now wot I wants to know is, why it wasn't me was took?
I've only got meself, 'e stands for three.
I'm plainer than a louse, while 'e was 'andsome as a dook;
'E always WAS a better man than me.
'E was goin' 'ome next Toosday; 'e was 'appy as a lark,
And 'e'd just received a letter from 'is kid;
And 'e struck a match to show me, as we stood there in the dark,
When . . . that bleedin' bullet got 'im on the lid.
'E was killed so awful sudden that 'e 'adn't time to die.
'E sorto jumped, and came down wiv a thud.
Them corpsy-lookin' star-shells kept a-streamin' in the sky,
And there 'e lay like nothin' in the mud.
And there 'e lay so quiet wiv no mansard to 'is 'ead,
And I'm sick, and blamed if I can understand:
The pots of 'alf and 'alf we've 'ad, and ZIP! like that -- 'e's dead,
Wiv the letter of 'is nipper in 'is 'and.
There's some as fights for freedom and there's some as fights for fun,
But me, my lad, I fights for bleedin' 'ate.
You can blame the war and blast it, but I 'opes it won't be done
Till I gets the bloomin' blood-price for me mate.
It'll take a bit o' bayonet to level up for Jim;
Then if I'm spared I think I'll 'ave a bid,
Wiv 'er that was Mariar Jones to take the place of 'im,
To sorter be a farther to 'is kid.
poem by Robert William Service
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Big Jilm
Rollin and wheelin, stealin and dealin - big jim
Bol weevil, its a pleasel, its a pleasel, my weasel - big jim
Dreamin and schemin, screamin and bleedin - big jim
Froggy in the meadow under the log - big jim
Rollin and wheelin, stealin and dealin - big jim
Bol weevil, its a pleasel, its a pleasel, my weasel - big jim
Big jim
Whats the biggest thing you ever did done see?
Big jim
I mean, whats the biggest, biggest thing you ever did done see?
Big jim
Rollin and wheelin, stealin and dealin - big jim (big jim! big jim!)
(doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)
Bol weevil, its a pleasel, its a pleasel, my weasel - big jim (big jim!)
Dreamin and schemin, screamin and bleedin - big jim (big jim! big jim!)
Froggy in the meadow under the log - big jim (big jim!)
Big jim
I mean, biggest thing you ever did done see?
Big jim (big jim)
Biggest thing you ever did done see - big jim (big jim! big jim!)
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo (big jim)
Doo doo doo
song performed by by Ween
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Only A Sod
It's only a sod, but ’twill break me ould heart
Nigh hardened wid toilin’ and carin’,
And make the ould wounds in it tingle and smart.
It’s only a sod, but it’s parcel and part
Of strugglin’, sufferin’ Erin.
It’s only a sod, but it rakes the ould pain —
The ould love in me heart that still lingers,
That Time has been soothing and docth’ring in vain;
And now he must soothe it and heal it again
Wid his kindly and gentle ould fingers.
It’s only a sod, but I see a big ship
Through the gallopin’ waters come tearin’,
And a lass that looks back on the horizon dip,
Wid eyes full of tears and a thrimblin’ lip,
On the last that she saw of ould Erin.
It’s only a sod, but wid care it will keep
Till me brooms and me brushes are silint
Put it into me arms ere they bury me deep,
And tell them old Biddy the “slavey” does sleep
’Neath a sod from the bogs of ould Irlint.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Zing
emptiness building inside of me
dark clouds gather over my head
rejected woes infectin my bleedin heart
fade away my pain leaving remains of sorrow
twisted fate, phases of loneliness
crawling inside my mind
lust to love, love to lust
disparate reasons come together
raindrops from heaven, an orange glow
On bed of nails, i lay
while i lay u on bed of roses
with you forever making you smile.
poem by Anoop Lokkur
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Can't C Me
Intro: George Clinton
The blind stares
of a million pairs of eyes
lookin' hard but won't realize
that they will never see
the P
(You must be goin' blind)
Verse One: 2Pac
give me my money in stacks
and lace my bitches with 9 figures
real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
i'm cashin'
while they coughed up and weeded
open fire
now them niggas bleedin'
see me in flesh
and test
and get your chest blown
straight out tha west
song performed by by Tupac from All Eyez On Me 2
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Cant Stop The Spring
You can walk among us, but you cant walk on by
You just keep on bleedin on your clothes as they dry
All your teflon pancakes always make me too high
Youre thinkin that youre here but youre really up in the sky
There she was just walkin down the street
Smoking with her hands and walking with her feet
Keeping her paint cans underneath the seat
Keepin her hair dryer on her favorite piece of meat
You can crush the flowers
But you cant stop the spring
No matter what you say
So you can put the clouds up in your own little way
But the sun is gonna come up the very next day
Its gonna be so bright its gonna blow you away
And once its over your head will never be the same
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Epic
Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you cant, then it doesnt matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, its like walking on glass
Its so cool, its so hip, its alright
Its so groovy, its outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet
You want it all but you cant have it
Its cryin, bleedin, lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
Youve got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
You want it all but you cant have it
Its in your face but you cant grab it
Its alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
Its magic, its tragic, its a loss, its a win
Its dark, its moist, its a bitter pain
Its sad it happened and its a shame
You want it all but you cant have it
Its in your face but you cant grab it
What is it?
Its it
What is it? ...
song performed by by Faith No More
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Ballad Of Hollis Brown
Hollis brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they dont know how to smile
Your babys eyes look crazy
Theyre a-tuggin at your sleeve
Your babys eyes look crazy
Theyre a-tuggin at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If theres anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you aint a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder
Its pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
Its pounding on your brain
Your wifes screams are stabbin you
T.ike the dirty drivin rain
Your grass it is turning black
Theres no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
Theres no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
Thats hangin on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin
And your legs cant seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin
And your legs cant seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That youre holdin in your hand
Theres seven breezes a-blowin
All around the cabin door
Theres seven breezes a-blowin
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the oceans pounding roar
Theres seven people dead
On a south dakota farm
Theres seven people dead
On a south dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
Theres seven new people born
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Ballad Of Hollis Brown
(1963) bob dylan
Hollis brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they dont know how to smile
Your babys eyes look crazy
Theyre a-tuggin at your sleeve
Your babys eyes look crazy
Theyre a-tuggin at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If theres anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you aint a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder
Its pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
Its pounding on your brain
Your wifes screams are stabbin you
Like the dirty drivin rain
Your grass it is turning black
Theres no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
Theres no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
Thats hangin on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin
And your legs cant seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin
And your legs cant seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That youre holdin in your hand
Theres seven breezes a-blowin
All around the cabin door
Theres seven breezes a-blowin
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the oceans pounding roar
Theres seven people dead
On a south dakota farm
Theres seven people dead
On a south dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
Theres seven new people born
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Say Ten
Shes not eatin bacon, not eatin sausage
And she wont eat eggs,
Not eatin chicken, not eatin turkey,
She wont have a steak,
But I just cant help feelin sorry
For this poor little lettuce head
You know, I cant stop cryin
cause I know this broccolis dead
Vegetarian, Im not a vegetarian
Vegetarian...shes a
Poor little cow, little sheep
Little fish how can I sleep?
When carrots are bleedin
Plants are screamin and tomatoes cry
You say its not so bad
Theyre only vegetables, thats what you said
Maybe Im a murderer, but Im hungry
And theyre better off dead
Save a plant, eat a cow
I want beef, I want it now!
Im gonna eat it cause its red!
Im gonna eat it cause its dead!
Maybe I should eat it raw
Let the blood run down my jaw
Id eat people if it was legal
Id eat people if it was legal!
song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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When the Children Come Home
On a lonely selection far out in the West
An old woman works all the day without rest,
And she croons, as she toils 'neath the sky's glassy dome,
`Sure I'll keep the ould place till the childer come home.'
She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs,
She drives the old horse and she milks all the cows,
And she sings to herself as she thatches the stack,
`Sure I'll keep the ould place till the childer come back.'
It is five weary years since her old husband died;
And oft as he lay on his deathbed he sighed
`Sure one man can bring up ten children, he can,
An' it's strange that ten sons cannot keep one old man.'
Whenever the scowling old sundowners come,
And cunningly ask if the master's at home,
`Be off,' she replies, `with your blarney and cant,
Or I'll call my son Andy; he's workin' beyant.'
`Git out,' she replies, though she trembles with fear,
For she lives all alone and no neighbours are near;
But she says to herself, when she's like to despond,
That the boys are at work in the paddock beyond.
Ah, none of her children need follow the plough,
And some have grown rich in the city ere now;
Yet she says: `They might come when the shearing is done,
And I'll keep the ould place if it's only for one.'
poem by Henry Lawson
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Double Dealin Four Flusher
Patrick simmons
Theres a change been comin over you
Well you burn back baby now what can I do
And all of that jive that your good friends been sellin
It aint worth a nickel ya know I been tellin you
And you know you could never live without my love babe
Theres no one else who could take my place
Blue-eyed baby I love you yes I do
Well my blue-eyed baby I love you yes I do
And nobody here can give the love that you need
And Im down on my knees and Im bleedin baby
Everybody tells me Im bein a fool
Everybody tells me youre bein so cruel
Everybody tells me but I dont believe it babe
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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