The O'Reillys and the Paddyhats все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I roam to the woods passing a lurking banshee
I wear the shamrock proud so that is the key
No one can stop me, destination is clear
I will end up at the bar with you my dear
It’s the time of the year where rivers’re painted green
Crystal clear it`s March 17
It’s all about the Guinness and about the Red Ale
Maybe we’ll have a fight, until we land in jail

If you’ve heard about us
You’ll better be gone
When horizons are covered in smoke
The beat of our cannons and gunpowder smell
Lingering on like the perfume of hell
Not sailing for a crown
Never homeward bound
‘til the tides decide about fate