Letras:
Irlandesa

Corte de Madrid, disolviera por la fuerza esta reunión, un grupo de músicos, que se ganan las perras en el metro, entonan esta canción popular irlandesa

Villa y Corte de Madrid, disolviera por la fuerza esta reunion, un grupo de musicos, que se ganan las perras en el metro, entonan esta cancion popular irlandesa

Villa y Corte de Madrid, disolviera por la fuerza esta reunion, un grupo de musicos, que se ganan las perras en el metro, entonan esta cancion popular irlandesa

Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when

If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead A

I wrote her name and address on the back of a cigarette pack I didn't know then that I'd never be goin' back the ferry was leaving when we pulled up to

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen My father he was orange and my mother she was green Oh my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant

I've a nice little house and a cow yard too with grass. I've a plant garden running by the door. I've a shelter for the hens and a stable for the ass

Its another day we go sailing o're the blue i look to the horizon my thoughts drift home to you a young man only seventeen adventure could'nt wait set