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Old Bog Road - Shannon Singers-歌词

Old Bog Road - Shannon Singers

My feet are here on Broadway

This blessed harvest morn

But oh the ache thats in them

For the lpot where I was born

My weary hands are blistered

Through work in cold and heat

And oh to swingscythe today

Through a field of Irish wheat

Had I the chance to wander back

Or own a kings abode

Id sooner see the hawthorn tree

By the Old Bog Road

When I was young and restless

My mind was ill at ease

Through dreaming of America

And the gold beyond the seas

Oh sorrow rake their money

Tis hard to find the same

And what's the world to any man

If no one speaks his name

I've had my day and here I am

A-building bricks per load

A long three thousand miles away

From the Old Bog Road

Ah Lifes a weary puzzle

Past finding out by man

Ill take the day

For what its worth

And do the best I can

Since no one cares a rush for me

I need is there to moan

Ill go my way and draw my pay

And smoke my pipe alone

Each human heart

Must bear its grief

Though bitter be the bode

So God be with you Ireland

And the Old Bog Road

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