Besedila:
Tossers The First League Out From Land

Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands The divine intoxication of the first league out from land Endless sea I've chosen vast and

stare She says "It's nearly half past one It's time I went for another little one.' Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley. At two, pubs close and out

Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around his

Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands The divine intoxication of the first league out from land Endless sea I've chosen vast and

stare She says "It's nearly half past one It's time I went for another little one.' Ah, the heart of the rowl is Dicey Riley. At two, pubs close and out