A long time ago, when the Earth was green, There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen. And they ran about and played while the Earth was being
Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen My father he was orange and my mother she was green Oh my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant
Let the wind blow High, Let the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt Ia??ll go All the lassies say hello a??Donald wherea??s your Trousers!?a??
I've a nice little house and a cow yard too with grass. I've a plant garden running by the door. I've a shelter for the hens and a stable for the ass
As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare To view the still waters and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song, Oh take me
You may talk and sing and boast about your Peelers and your clans, And how the boys from County Cork beat up the Black and Tan. But I know a little codger
A long time ago, when the Earth was green There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen They'd run around free while the Earth was being born
Come day, go day Wish in me heart it were Sunday Drinking buttermilk through the week Whiskey on a Sunday He sits in the corner of old beggar's bush
I just down from the Isle of Skye I'm no very big but I'm awful shy All the lassies shout as I walk by, "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?" Let the wind
The holly green, the ivy green The prettiest picture you've ever seen Is Christmas in Killarney With all of the folks at home It's nice, you know
Lets take a look behind And see what we can find Last year has gone for everyone Passed with time What happend to us then Can't happen once again and
Well, Scotsman clad in kilt, left the bar one evenin' fair. And one could tell by how he walked, that he'd drunk more than his share. He fumbled 'round
Coulda been the Whisky Mighta been the Gin Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs I don't know but look at the mess I'm in My heads like a football I think
