I want to go where the blind can see. I want to go where the lame will walk. I wanna see the sick ones clean. Where the deaf can hear and the silent talk.
Well, they put Geronimo in jail down south. Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth. Sargent, Sargent, don't you fear. There's something wrong with that automobile.
Venite tutti, che strana meraviglia il mare ci port?... Venite tutti, ?Gulliver il grande che il mare ci port?... Addormentato davanti a noi Gulliver il grande....
Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O;. Green grow the rashes, O;. The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,. Are spent amang the lasses, O.. . There's nought but care on ev'ry han',.
Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray. Wha will ride for Geordie's sel'. He's the flower o' Glen Isla. And the darlin' o' Dunkeld. See the white rose in his bonnet.