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Said the painter in the foundry - which color, Henry, pray? Young Henry Ford who tempered gold from cold black steel, they say The man who made the motorcars from Ballinascarthy way Heaven knows what herbs and spices are inside the saucy skinīut it brings a smile to Erin's Isle Agus fágfaimid mar sin. To put the lead back in your pencil and the spring back in your step This place looks good to make me pud I think I'll call the same…Ĭlonakilty Blackpudding! Ses me daza, full of pep! On board sat Philip Harrington bound for culinary fame The locomotive Banba came chugging down the line I dream I see white horses dance upon that other oceanīAND | DISKOGRAFIJA | FOTKE | KONCERTI | BIOGRAFIJA | MEDIJI | BESEDILA | KUPIīack On Top | Back to World Celtic Music | Back To Main Lyrics page I dream I hear a piper play maybe it's a notion I promised I'd be coming back with pockets full of green

Well it almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine It eases off the pain a bit and levels out my thinking My ma would like a letter home, but I'm too tired for writingĪnd the only time I feel all right is when I'm into drinking When Friday night comes around, he's only into fighting Oh it's a long, long way it gets further day by day