We’re All Bound To Go As I was walked down the Landing Stage, All on a Summer’s morn,, Heave away, my Johnny, Heave Away. It’s there I spied an Irish girl, A-looking all forlorn. And away my Johnnie boys, We’re … Weiterlesen →
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