by The Dubliners on album The Transatlantic Anthology (Live)

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born And I'm off to

by The Dubliners on album The Transatlantic Anthology

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born And I'm off to

by The Dubliners on album The Transatlantic Anthology

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born And I'm off to

by The Dubliners on album The Transatlantic Anthology (Live)

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born And I'm off to

by The Dubliners on album The Best of the Dubliners: Irish Favorites

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born And I'm off to

by The Rifles on album The Dreams of a Bumblebee

Not one of my kind of people though that's part of our lives Not one of the type of things that I like to do with my time And I don't see and don't believe he'll ever get it right? really? Not one of

by The Rifles on album The Dreams of a Bumblebee

Everytime I catch your eye in the streetlight Late at night when I walk you home I hate to think that you're not mine So then I'll try to make you feel I don't want you I don't want to go down that ro

by The Rifles on album The Dreams of a Bumblebee

Can't take no more of this panic and stress Rely on living off the DHSS Ain't got no money cause I don't wanna work Just sit about and let the hours drift away He tried his hand at a job in a factory

by The Rifles on album The Great Escape

Windy walks and days in bed All our differences unsaid Hand in hand we both entwine Underneath a dreary grey skyline And all we think about is that someday we might Have more to think about and less

by The Rifles on album The Great Escape

Won't you please stop telling me I know you're not so blind to see That everything that was correct Is wrong and I know that it ain't just me But given half the chance to be near you Would only make a

by The Rifles on album None the Wiser

The moon is waiting for me It finds me feeling all loaded up and alone With no one there to hold In the art of my control I found my calling And I've been fooling out of bars' There's a banging i

by The Rifles on album The Great Escape

Winter Calls when I'm alone and at the end of the day Like any fool who'd been the owner to a pretty face Now time it separates us to a different place I'd be alright if I could only stop thinking An

by The Rifles on album The Great Escape

So far away from me to see When no relief is at the door terminally I've no intention to sing a sad song But everything I wanna say never felt so wrong And every hour in my day feels like a week Thos

by The Rifles on album The Dreams of a Bumblebee

Jimmy was a local boy but he's seen much more than the change in the weather Sitting in a uniform of a three-piece suit and the ribbons from his past Looking for a little boy at the bar with the mouth

by The Rifles on album The Dreams of a Bumblebee

Jimmy was a local boy but he's seen much more than the change in the weather Sitting in a uniform of a three-piece suit and the ribbons from his past Looking through a little boy at the bar with the m

by The Stiletto Formal on album This Is My Boom Stick

The smoke becomes pretentious, it's hideous. It states the notion that words and failures are no more. The creature's motives are obvious. Despite the slaughter, each breath's more vibrant than the la

by The Rifles on album The Great Escape

Alone in accusations For all the things that I've heard See I might have my reservations Should I believe a word? Should I believe those things they talk about Now you are not around Are the tales exa

by The Rifles on album The Great Escape

Walk out of the door and make my way up the street Cold wind in my eyes runs a tear down my cheek Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain At least the sound of the birds compensates for the rai

by The Jam on album Setting Sons

Sup up your beer and collect your fags There's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mats and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself Thought you were smart when you took t

by The Jam on album RTL 2 Pop Rock Selection

Sup up your beer and collect your fags - There's a row going on down near Slough Get out your mat and pray to the West I'll get out mine and pray for myself Thought you were smart when you took them