Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands The divine intoxication of the first league out from land Endless sea I've chosen vast and
Превод: Tossers, на. Първа лига Out От Land.
stare She says "It's nearly half past one It's time I went for another little one.' Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley. At two, pubs close and out
Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around his