Ringsend Songtext
von The Scratch

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I will live in Ringsend
With a red headed beoire
And the fan-light gone in where it hits the hall-door
And listens each night for her querulous shout
As at last she streels in
And the pubs empty out
To soothe that wild breast with my old-fangled songs
And she feels it


I will live in Ringsend
With a red headed beoire
From inordinate wrongs
Imagined, outrageous, preposterous wrongs
′Til peace at last comes
Shall be all I will do
Where the little lamp blooms
Like a rose in the stew
And up the back garden
And she feels it

From inordinate wrongs
Imagined, outrageous, preposterous wrongs
Till peace at last comes
Shall be all I will do
Where the little lamp blooms
Like a rose in the stew
And up the back garden
The sound comes to me
Of the lapsing, unsoilable
Whispering sea

She feels it
She feels it
She feels it
She feels it
She feels it
She feels it