Deirdre Shannon все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

How could I live on the top of a mountain?
With no money in my pocket, no gold for the counting
For I would let the money go, all for to please her fancy
And I would marry no one but my own dear blue-eyed Nancy

She's my bonny blue-eyed lassie with an air so sweet and tender
Her walk like swans on water and her waist so small and slender
Her golden hair in ringlets fell all o'er her snow-white shoulder