Some take their hope
And hide it away
It burns in the
Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the
I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day
Lemme tell you a little story
About a man named Johnny
I'll tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't
Well, I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggarman
I'm a
Well in the merry month of June,
From my home
Ar mo ghabháil dom siar chum Droichead Ui Mhórdha
Pice im
Well I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggarman,
I'm a
Chorus:
Now black is the color of my true love's
Come single belle and beau unto me pay attention
Don't ever
Bhí Dónall bocht cam agus dronn ar a dhroin
Ag gabháil
I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests
On a steamer bound for Baltimore
I said, "That’s no fun,
Candlelight dies at the window
And the night wind blows soft
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