The Pogues

[fox69]

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"



I loved you baby since we were at school
I didn't show it, I was a fool
You were burning I was cold as ice
And baby now I realise
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Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
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I gave you misery, I gave you lies
And if I hurt you, I apologize
I love your lips and I love your eyes
I love your breasts, I love your thighs
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Now all that I can do is hope and pray
That you'll forgive me before it's too late
There's only one thing I can say to you
You know I love you, you know it's true
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[fox69]

"Young Ned Of The Hill"

"Young Ned Of The Hill"



Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die

Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is know in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill

You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill