Текст (слова) песни: Sinead O`Connor - The Women of Ireland
There`s a woman in Erin who`d give me shelter and my fill of ale; There`s a woman in Ireland who`d prefer my strains to strings being played; There`s a woman in Eirinn and nothing would please her more Than to see me burning or in a grave lying cold.
There`s a woman in Eirinn who`d be mad with envy if I was kissed By another on fair-day, they have strange ways, but I love them all; There are women I`ll always adore, battalions of women and more And there`s this sensuous beauty and she shackled to an ugly boar.
There`s a woman who promised if I`d wander with her I`d find some gold A woman in night dress with a loveliness worth more than the woman Who vexed Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone; And the only cure for my pain I`m sure is the ale-house down the road.
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