Founds total 3 songs
Golden Apples Of The Sun
I went out to the hazelwood. Because a fire was in my head. Cut and peeled a hazel wand. And hooked a berry to a thread. . And when white moths were on the wing.
Grandaddy
Grandaddy look at the gypsies dancing in the firelight. Burning so brightly. How do they keep themselves warm on such a night. See all the fiddlers twirling while he plays his violin.
Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry
[Chorus]. In Norway, there sits a maid. By lou, my baby, she begins. Little know I my child's father. Or if land or sea he's livin' in. . Then there arose at her bed feet.
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