Fairys rarely can be bothered to work, unless their cousins, the witches, are back in business. and that's because they don't need to, as magic is all around us, sometimes just around the corner in a Estoril beach underpassage...
Oh, my name is Jock Stewart,
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow I've been.
So be easy and free,
When you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I have acres of land,
I have men at command,
I have always a shilling to spare.
So be easy and free,
When you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Oh, I took up my dog,
And him I did shoot,
All down in the County Kildare.
So be easy and free,
When you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I'm a roving young blade
I'm a piper by trade
And there's many the tunes I can play.
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
So come fill up your glasses
With brandy and wine.
What ever it costs, I will pay.
|: So be easy and free,
When you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
-I'm a Man You Don't Meet Every Day, Irish folksong
segunda-feira, 25 de junho de 2007
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