men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus bell oler the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy
in squadrons passed me by No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy
it's my My foggy notion So please don't cry when I fall down It helps me with that truth inside I hide, I hide Joy to the foggy notions In my room
do? What to do? What to do? The outlook was decidedly blue But as I walked through the foggy streets alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known A foggy
A foggy day, in London town, it had me low, and it had me down I viewed the morning, with much alarm, the British Museum, had lost its charm How long
woo a fair young maid. I wooed her in the wintertime Part of the summer, too And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy
a foggy notion, do it again oh, over by the corner, do it again I've got my calamine lotion, baby, do it again well, I've got a foggy notion, do it again
to do? What to do? What to do? The outlook was decidedly blue But as I walked through the foggy streets alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known A foggy
She's caused me to weep
the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew
tell tail light clue spun like the spell you spin this precarious pandemonium I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night all upon a foggy night on a foggy night
she might die Well I got a foggy notion, do it again Over by the corner, do it again I got my calomine lotion baby, do it again I got a foggy notion,
on top Walk with me, baby Up the foggy mountain top, what's that? Oh, come along with me, oh! On the foggy mountain top Keep on walking, keep on walking, baby On the foggy
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this foggy river Help me find the distant shore There's no tomorrow on this foggy river Only memories linger on A mist of sorrow chills this foggy river
men In squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy
There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside Where I wandered when I was a lad And I wandered alone to the place I call home In those Blueridge
