There were three sisters in the north Lay the bend to the bonny broom And they lived in their mother's house And you'll beguile a lady soon There came a man one evening late And he came knocking at the gate The eldest sister let him in And locked the do

Ah, battles and wars Leave deep wounds and scars And deep wounds are long in the mending Where reflecting upon All that is gone Your life passes on til it's ending. But the pleasure and pain In our memories remain And by memories, our times will be measu

La noche, con la espumita del río, te está tejiendo un encaje, mi Niño. La noche, con la espumita del río, te está tejiendo un encaje, mi Niño. Quiero la estrella del cielo más bella, para hacerte un sonajero, mi Niño. Quiero la estrella del cielo má

Come all you bold fishermen, listen to me While I sing to you a song of the sea And it's Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys When the winds blow we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow, We're bound to the southward, so steady

It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw, All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow. Their knickers are made of crêpe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python, Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with heads of

Everything we needed has been said Every little item has been kept Every word and every thought and every pointless little flaw has made this work all seem a little harder Every time I speak of her I flinch Every time I think of her I feel a little bit o

Sometimes we’re bound for Liverpool Sometimes we’re bound for France But now we’re bound to Leirvik town To give them gals a chance Hoorah, hoorah For the gals ò Dublin town Hoorah, for the bonnie green flag And the harp without the crown Sometimes we’r

Janet sits in her lonely room Sewing a silken seam Looking out on Carterhaugh Among the roses green And Janet sits in her lonely bower Sewing a silken thread And longs to be in Carterhaugh Among the roses red She’s let the seam fall at her heel The needl

No soy un número ni parte de una cifra Aunque se paga por igual la misma tarifa Todos caminamos con la misma camisa Sin prisa para mirar donde se pisa No vale el tiempo pero valen las memorias No se cuentan los segundos, se cuentan historias La pacienci

Vidita, ya me voy de los pagos del Tucumán. En el Aconquija viene clareando, vidita, nunca te he de olvidar. En el Aconquija viene clareando, vidita, nunca te he de olvidar. Vidita, triste está suspirando mi corazón. Y con el pañuelo, te voy dici