Fields of Donegal - Reggie Watts

Oh there she stood on the cliffs of orchid

And the mountains did cry her name

And the flowers came a-cryin' for her passin' did the worst

As she turned her gaze to the sea

How the wind blew that night

And the window of the voices carried the voice of her grandfather

And the voice of the old man whispered into her ears, «Do not concern

Yourself with the deep deep blue sea.»

She stood on the cliffs and she watched

As the ocean did roll itself into that earthly ball

Well the crash on the sandy earth we knew not where she wallowed

But she did not see the essence of the end

Follow down those steep grimy steps

At the time of a child is at hand

She descends way on the smile of a nation

Only to find that she’s lost her man to that deep blue horizon of the

Shore

Can I try some of your biscuits?

Your biscuits are delightful

Your biscuits are delightful

They’re flakey and they’re chew—

Chewy like the raisins you put inside your bread

And when it comes time for the supper

You’ll be there instead of Fred

As she go a-corner she knew she wasn’t the (incomprehensible)

Now she’s got the calling of the ancient writing on her head

She’s a beauty and she knowed it

Her man is lost at sea

With her grandfather away for the night

She was the shining flea

The shining flea jumps from man to man

Giving all it can to inflict disease

It’s the end of a new time a noonish and to a (incomprehensible)

Well that’s going to be time as it’s going to take approximately forty-five

Hours here past the hour

Also some other things that we’ve been a part of have been dismantled by

The society as well and we’ll be looking at that later at nine-thirty

But first up we need sports scores, and sports scores it is;

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