Set past McGee, now listen to me, I've heard you fellows brag About your beauties over here, And the girls you love so dear. They may be swell, that's all very well, With all their fancy clothes, But I, the Queen of Fair, I mean as sweet as any rose. Oh, Annie Buck, oh, Annie Buck, think of my repose Along the rocky roads to Dublin.
We were swinging along, singing a song, With joy me heart was fumbling, With Cordelia by me side. Sure, every time I'd look in her roguish eyes, The vires grew. I couldn't help but feel very proud That I was Irish, too.
All me thoughts of dear old Dublin Seemed to carry me back to a rickety shack. How I'd love to be there once again, Just like before, only to love Cordelia More, along the rocky roads to Dublin. The maids and elves, and all wishing wells, We passed along the road, among the shamrock of Redhill, Until our hearts were thrilled.
And all the while, we sat on a stile, We kissed and kissed and kissed. For Winfordland's a hearty house, Was bigger than your face. Oh, Annie Buck, oh, Annie Buck, Think of what you missed Along the rocky roads to Dublin.
We were swinging along, singing a song, With joy me heart was fumbling, With Cordelia by me side. Sure, every time I'd look in her roguish eyes, The vires grew. I couldn't help but feel very proud That I was Irish, too.
All me thoughts of dear old Dublin Seemed to carry me back to a rickety shack. How I'd love to be there once again, Just like before, only to love Cordelia More, along the rocky roads to Dublin. Along the rocky roads to Dublin.
We were swinging along, singing a song, With joy me heart was fumbling, With Cordelia by me side. Sure, every time I'd look in her roguish eyes, The vires grew. I couldn't help but feel very proud That I was Irish, too.
All me thoughts of dear old Dublin Seemed to carry me back to a rickety shack. How I'd love to be there once again, I want to be there. Just like before, only to love Cordelia More, along the rocky roads to Dublin.
More, along the rocky roads to Dublin. More, along the rocky roads to Dublin. Along the rocky roads to Dublin.
We were swinging along, singing a song, With joy me heart was fumbling, With Cordelia by me side. Sure, every time I'd look in her roguish eyes, The vires grew. I couldn't help but feel very proud That I was Irish, too.
All me thoughts of dear old Dublin Seemed to carry me back to a rickety shack. How I'd love to be there once again, I want to be there. Just like before, only to love Cordelia More, along the rocky roads to Dublin.
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Premier Quartet
A studio ensemble rather than a touring band. Record companies kept groups of session players on call and issued them under a rotating set of house names — the personnel overlapped heavily from one to the next, and the name on the label indicated the kind of music inside more than who was performing it. Individual players were rarely credited, and for most of these ensembles the membership is now unrecoverable.
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