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Irish Party by Shakey - tis a good drinking song
sure im grand i have what i need a pint of the black i dont need no steed 2 o clock comes and you fall in the door she hates when your drunk but you hate her more but ye stay together through thick and through thin even though her nagging gets under your skin the men are called paddy the women are hairy in the mornin the best of em scary give up the drink to save your soul you tell her ya will YA ILL IN YOUR HOLE! Its an irish party we aint going home wanna kick me out? well pog mo thon We' ...
Spinning RIMs
down Pennsylvania I like to travel 'round, never been to Albania But I'm here tonight, and I'd like to entertain ya While we kick it ill in ol' Mauritania At home they've got beer pong, in Hong Kong there's mah-jongg But here they just sit and drink tea all the day long You can't smoke a bong, but you can sing a song And you can reminisce on how you miss poor Donny Strong We're here with the Peace Corps, we do have a seashore They claim it does get cold here, so that's what I brought a ...
(terrifying taste) Crooker Waits pt.1
of St. John's Wort. The bright yellow flower seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun. Knowing it was a good-luck charm, the man took the old woman's offering, saying, "Thank you for your help." "Your kindness has earned it," she explained. "You once freed a bird caught in a fowler's snare. I know that bird. As you travel the road, show the flower to Crooker." "Who is Crooker?" the man asked. But the old woman had vanished. The man continued on his way. Near dusk, he rounded a bend in ...
Robert Louis Stevenson "Requiem" Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) the Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer reading probably his best known poem "Requiem" First published in 1879. Fourteen years before his death, when he was very ill in California, Stevenson had composed "Requiem" his own epitaph: Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburghs New Town in 1850. He died 44 years later on a small Samoan island in the Pacific. During his short life he travelled the world, defied convention ...
Dievas į Ruandą grįžta naktį (1 iš 5)
that only after meeting me she started observing the sky and the moon and saw that beauty exists. Some time ago one fellow asked me, Priest, why do you, Europeans, plant the flowers, they are inedible, you cannot cook them, what's the use? Besides, you have to pay to gardeners for their tending. So, that is their bond with nature. You can see how much work it takes to plant them. If I took it to the market now, I would get 300 francs. It would be big money here. 300 francs equal one ...