Lletres:
Tossers The Communication And Conviction Last Seven Years

name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered They put a price upon his head His name is know in song and story His deeds are legends still And

doesn't bother me No, it doesn't bother me Ah, no more it doesn't bother me I know my mama hates me And no more it bothers me And that's a rule And that

at his head [Chorus] Well, his friends assembled at the wake, and missus Finnegan called for lunch well, first she brought out tea and cake, then pipes and tobacco and

the roving eye Let the wind and the snow and the hail blow high and a fog come tumbling through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie She'll get her own lad by and

by night and by day And he longs for the shore and a charming young whore Who'll make all his troubles away All the noise and the rout All the whiskey and

a sailer and ran out on my jailor. And I turned around in me shoes and scaled over the fence They picked me on Thomas having dreams of kept their promise. And

at his head [Chorus] Well, his friends assembled at the wake, and missus Finnegan called for lunch well, first she brought out tea and cake, then pipes and tobacco and

before" And as i went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I sar a pipe upon the chair where moy old pipe should be I called the whife and

by night and by day And he longs for the shore and a charming young whore Who'll make all his troubles away All the noise and the rout All the whiskey and