• Loorena Mckennitt, femme de l'eau qui fait couler la musique au plus profond de la conscience

    carighfergus
    Paroles: I wish I was in Carrighfergus,

    Only for nights in Ballygrant

    I would swim over the deepest

    ocean,

    Only for nights in Ballygrant.



    But the sea is wide, and I can't get

    over.

    And neither have I wings to fly,

    Oh, if I could find me a handsome boatsman

    To

    ferry me over to my love and die.



    Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,

    They've marble

    stones there as black as ink

    With gold and silver I would transport her

    But I'll sing no

    more now, till I get a drink.





    I'm drunk today, but then I'm seldom sober.

    A

    handsome rover from town to town.

    Oh oh, but I am sick now, my days are over,

    Come all you

    young lads and lay me down.





    I wish I was in Carrighfergus,

    Only for nights in

    Ballygran
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