And where'er ye go That we'll never know But as long as you come back That's all that really matters And where'er ye go As surely you will Taking with
And where'er ye go That, we'll never know But as long as you come back That's all that really matters And where'er ye go As surely you will Take him
glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the roses falling It's you, it's you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer'
the beauties of Nature to me? With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden, All day I go mourning in search of my love! Ye echoes! oh tell me, where
that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don?t worry where tha Kid at nigga
mistress the same Until I a sailor lad came sailing o'er the sea And that was the beginnin' of her misery (Chorus) The maid being innocent she thought it was no harm To go
Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline Come and go with me to Doggyland (Here ye, here ye, come
. JP: Not going to go down though, are they, Craig? CS: Er.. .I don't know. Everyone else in er. .. everyone else thinks we're gonna go down but they
'er ran the course nor pulled the logs more faster, Here's to Charlie Horse and I wants ye all to know, Charlie's gone to the big corral where all good horses go
thought I'd leave the Irish nation Here's to you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where
We Go Come all ye sons of freedom throughout old Michigan, Come all ye gallant lumbermen, come list to a shantyman. From the banks of the Muskegon where
trod where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing, Ye who
's winter day I left her at the turning To go on her seeking way To pass o'er meadows green and bare Or brown as her auburn hair O'er all the waters
. With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden, All day I go mourning in search of my love. Ye echoes, O tell me, where is the sweet maiden? She sleeps
go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! (Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all) To a place that be, call it LBC (I'm ridin' wit'cha baby) Come and go with
tell me What ye judgest as naught I behold the shadow!" "E'er thou sayest aye! Thief of a plot! Now go to thy tryst! Go, leave, totter! - Until ye dwindlest
misty twilight ye may hear her screams in the night far beyond the realm of nowhere she lives in aeon Come follow thy fantasy go where thy fate leads
