For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green. They're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green. For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green.
By a lonely prison wall. I heard a young girl calling. Michael they have taken you away. For you stole Trevelyn's corn. So the young might see the morn.
I'm out of work and want a change, got nothing left to lose. I need to leave everything to help me clear my mind. My spot in timberland and a few bottles of booze.
The grouse-hen nests in the Black Mill. And I heard it nests in it still. . Don't sound the tune in Margaree. Or you won't make friends easily. . Get over it, get over it.
A bear there was (a bear!, a bear!). All black and brown. Covered with hair. With a good flair. . Oh come they said. Come to the fair. Come to the fair?.
En Tchéquie y'avait une p'tite girafe. Qui avait reçu le nom d'Olaf. Verte tachetée jaune, les yeux toujours en extase. . N'étant pas née pour un p'tit pain.
I heard Jesus was a cool lad. A peace and love kind of guy, it's said. He smelled of BO and of weed. A smell that could have raised the dead. . He had twelve merry drinking pals.
Earning a living, paying the bills. Is hard work but well you sure know how it feels. But playing on stage with my brand new guitar. My complaints don't go very far.
A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door. "Why can't you quit from drinking, t'will kill you before long". And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?.
He, by the bar, looking at me with deep blue eyes. Oh what a feek, how could I turn him down?. My mind's not clear, already drank a bunch of pints. Oh what the hell, I'm outta town.