Tekst:
The Irish Descendants

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

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me, To take your hand along the

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Real Bog, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Well in the bog there was a hole

She'd never been there before She'd never been there before A young man asked her recently To come and sit upon his knee He tickled her in the ribs

and change And I'll sing you songs of love again And when I get too drunk to sing We'll walk in the Irish rain We'll walk in the irish rain

TRADITIONAL NOW THE WIDOW LIVED BY THE STRAND FOR FORTY YEARS WITHOUT A MAN SHE DANCED AROUND AND SHE WAVED HER FAN AND SET HER EYES ON ME UNCLE DAN

In the merry month of june, from me home I started left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother drank