Har knarkat den här låten så jävla mycket!!! det är irlänsk folkmusik och jag har sett dom live. men testa lyssna på den. (låten kan också heta "jack haggerty")

Eitre-Flat river girl

I'm a heartbroken raftsman, from Greenville I came
All my virtue's departed with a lass I did fain
From the strong darts of Cupid I've suffered much grief
And my heart's torn a-sunder, I can get no relief

Of my troubles I'll tell you without much delay
Of a sweet little lassie my heart stole away
She's the blacksmith's fair daughter on the Flat River side
And I've always intended to make her my bride

I work on the river where the white waters roar
And my name I've engraved on the high rocky shore
I'm the boy that stands happy on the dark, burling stream
But my thoughts were on Molly, she haunted my dream

I gave her fine jewels, the finest of lace
And the costliest muslins, her form to embrace
I gave her my wages all for to keep safe
I deprived her of nothing I had on this earth

While I worked on the river, I earned quite a stake
I was steadfast and steady, and ne'er played the rake
For Camp Flat and river I'm very well known
And they call me Jack Haggerty, the pride of the town

'Til she wrote me a letter which I did receive
And she said from her promise, herself she'd relieve
To wed with another she'd a long time delayed
And the next time I'd see her she'd no more be a maid

To her mother, Jane Tucker, I lay all the blame
For she caused her leave and go back on my name
To cast off the riggings that God was to tie
And to leave me a rambler 'til the day that I die

So come all ye bold raftsmen with hearts stout and true
Don't trust to a woman 'cause you're beat if you do
And if you do meet one with a dark chestnut curl
Remember Jack Haggerty and the Flat River girl!

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May 2011