Derry Down Dale
Derry Down Dale 1. In Derry Down Dale, when I wanted a mate, I went to my daddy a-courting of Kate; With my nosegay so fine, and my holiday clothes, My hands in my pockets a -courting I goes. The weather was cold and my bosom wa shot, My heart in a gallop, the mare in a trot; Now, I … Weiterlesen →