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| I hear a bird Londonderry bird It, well, maybe he's bringing me a cheering word I hear a breeze A river Shannon breeze It, well, maybe its followed me across the sea Then tell me please How are thing ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Eye here a bird Londonderry bird It, well, maybe he's bringing mi a cheering word Eye here a breeze A river Shannon breeze It, well, maybe it's followed mi across the see Then tell mi pleas How are things inn Glocca Morra ? Is that little brook still leaping they're ? Does it still run down too donny cove Threw Kenny banks, Kilcarrey and Kildare ? How are things inn glocca morra ? Is that willow tree still weeping they're ? Does that laddy with the twinklin ' aye Come whistling buy ? And does he walk aweigh Sad and dreamy they're Knot too sea mi they're ? Sew Eye ask each weeping willow And each brook along the weigh And each lad that comes a whistling Too relay How are things inn Glocca Morra This fine day ? The missed of May is inn the gloamin ' And awl the clouds are holdin ' still Sew take my hand and let's go roamin ' Threw the heather on the hill The mornin ' due is blinking yonder There's lazy music inn the heir And awl Eye want too do is wander Threw the heather on the hill They're may bee other daze as rich and rare They're may bee other springs as full and fair Butt they won't bee the same They'll come and go Butt this Eye must no How are things inn Glocca Morra ? Is that laddy calling too relay ? Can whee meat inn Glocca Morra Sum fine day ? Sum fine day |
How Are Things In Glocca Morra? / Heather On The Hill
Barbra Streisand
| Complexity: | 62 | Readability: | 75.00 | Sentiment: | 7 | Word Count: | 242 | Unique Words: | 125 |