The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #88825   Message #1782983
Posted By: Mr Happy
13-Jul-06 - 06:32 PM
Thread Name: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
SHORE OF ROCK OF PRETENCE.

Quay of Derry we sailed far on the twenty-third May.
We were taken on board by pleasant are used as team-member, leap for Amerikay.
Fresh water whereas we took above, five thousand gallons or more.
If we would run outward journey soon to New York.
Far far from the shore from rock from pretence.

Then thee of price well, soft expensive and of the same Liza at the town of Derry.
And twice the good-bye with my comrades face.
This angle of saturation on this crowned ground.
If the fame or fortune will support me.
And I to have money in the store. I will turn over and I will wed the small gamine I on the left.
On the green shore of rock of the pretence of paddy.


At twelve hours we came for famous head from Mullin.
And Inn is tro chlin towards the line was held outside on the bed of the ocean.
A ne' larger ear of sight met my eyes than the e' ear than I saw front.
That sun descending the ' sea and sky from twixt.
Far far from the shore from rock from pretence.

We sailed three weeks, we were all the seasick, not a man was on free board.
Us all were confined with our berths and anybody to feel sorry for of the poor I.
No kind nor expensive mother of father to raise to the top my head.
Which was end o'lorrie which encouraged me to think more on the gamine I on the left.
On the green shore of rock of the pretence of paddy.

We have without risk reached the other side after fifteen and twenty days.
We were taken as passengers by a man.
And carried out in round in six different ways.
Then each one of us drank median glass.
If we would not meet more.
And we drank a health as an Ireland old woman.
And green shore of rock of the pretence of paddy.

We unloaded other side. In three and thirty days.
And drinking above median glass.
Us all naps gone our separate manners.
We took each comrade by the hand.
If we could never not meet more.
And we drank a health as an Ireland old woman.
And green shore of rock of the pretence of paddy.