Thin Lizzy Eire текст песни, слова песни Eire Thin Lizzy
Thin Lizzy - Eire
Sat the high king
Faced with the problems
The dreaded vikings
Gather all the men folk
Speaking the Celtic tongue
The land is Eireann
The land is young
Stands Red O'Donnell
Fighting the Saxon foe
With Hugh O'Neil
Oh
All along the north land
They fight bitterly
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