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this was one of me mums favourite ladies , so for my mum , lol this is for you xxx
Gracie Field – Sing As We Go
Hee-hee, come on lads and lassies
The factory’s opened again
Hee-hee, come on
Ee, let’s sing for itSing as we go and let the world go by
Singing a song, we march along the highway
Say goodbye to sorrow
There’s always tomorrow to think of todaySing as we go, although the skies are grey
Beggar or king, you’ve got to sing a gay tune
A song and a smile make it right worthwhile
So sing… as we go alongBlues – where are you now
You oughta know that I’ve no use for you
Frown – get off my brow
It’s plain to see that from now on we’re through
Take to the south and sing morning and night
I see a better day coming in sightSing as we go and let the world go by
Singing a song, we march along the highway
Say goodbye to sorrow
There’s always tomorrow to think of todaySing as we go although the skies are grey
Beggar or king, you’ve got to sing a gay tune
A song and a smile making life worthwhile
So sing – as we go alongSing as we go and let the world go by
Singing a song, we march along the highway
(Ay you, I’ve just got me gloves out of pawn, hee-ee)
Say goodbye to sorrow
There’s always tomorrow to think of today
(Hello, Charlie, I’m late again? Am I? You’ll get used to it
Sing as we go although the skies are grey
(Gee, it’s good to be back again)
Beggar or king, you’ve got to sing a gay tune
A song and a smile make it right worthwhile
So sing-sing-sing-sing
As we go… a-long…@quiet_man wrote:
One of these is me, you can guess, but a hint is I’m not bald. :shock:
the one on the left? now do i get a prize? ;)
blue!!
Frank!!!
just a quick late post before i go to bed lol
The Rose of Tralee
By William Pembroke MulchinockThe pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love by the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Mary all smiling was listening to me.
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.In the far fields of India ‘mid war’s dreadful thunders,
Her voice was solace and comfort to me.
But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder,
I’m lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee.She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.@jewel* wrote:
* sits in the Billy no mates corner with a single tear in her eye *
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :(1…2….3…awwwwwwwwwwwwwww 8) :) :lol:
Jewel wasnt allowed to say you cos i already met ya lol xxxx and folks for those that havent met jewel shes gawjusssssssssss lol xxxx
bunny and undie congratulations xxxx
happy birthday KQ hope you had a good one xxxxx birthday hugssssss xxxxxxx
the great aretha franklin if ever i would leave you …..pure class!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QujCFn1I4WI
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
