Brian O'Linn had no britches to wear So he got him a sheepskin to make him a pair The leather side out and the wooly side in "Sure its great summers clothing
blow blow thou winters wynd thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude as man's ingratitude thy tooth is not so keen because thou art not seen although
By Robin Williamson Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals. Dark eyed lady I believe you are the one I loved before you are the one I loved before beneath
I got a gift of butter, now Good butter it was claimed to be I dont think it was from a cow And if it was, it cowed me A beard was growing on the stuff
And can a physician make sick men well? And can a magician a fortune divine? Without lily, germander. and sops in wine? With sweetbriar, and bonfire,
when old jack frost has threatened his worst and fallen from branch to briar then welcome the nights that double delights in the light of a good going
great tom's cast and christ church bells sing 1 2 3 4 5 6 and tom comes last
where are you going says mildor to moldor where are you going says jack in the can where are you going says bob the red nose where are you going
Froggy would a wooing go Cuddy alane. cuddy alane Froggy would a wooing go Cuddy alane and a Froggy would a wooing go Whether his mummy would let him
My father left me an acre of land Ivy, sing ivy Between salt water and salt sea sand And a bunch of green holly and ivy I plowed it all under with an
Old Dan Tucker was a mean old man Washed his face in a frying pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel Died with a toothache in his heel Get out the way
You treat me so kindly And how can I repay? Seein' your lips talking So lovely takes my breath away You make me restless But you give me words to say
Words RW, music trad Irish: NancyA's Whiskey 1978 At age 14 they gave us training To number off by threes and give salutes To clean and fire the Lee
by Robin Williamson I will remember Even when I'm dead A long winter's night You came stealing to my bed O and the snow was falling White all on the
by Robin Williamson Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run The air is cool as music
pastime with good company i love and shall untill i die grudge who will let none deny so god be pleased this life will i for my pastance* hunt sing
Words and music RW 1978 As I came down by the weary well Going there to fill my can My fortune there I do declare She took me by the hand The lark
Me with the floorshow Kickin' with your torso Boys getting high And the girls even more so Wave your hands if you're not with a man Can I kick it? (Yes
