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Poszła baba po popiół
Poszła baba po popiół I diabeł ją utopił Ni popiołu, ni baby Tylko z baby dwa schaby
Quand Biron voulut danser
Quand Biron voulut danser, Quand Biron voulut danser, Ses souliers fit apporter, Ses souliers fit apporter, Ses souliers tout ronds "Vous danserez Biron!" Quand Biron voulut danser, Quand Biron voulut danser, Sa perruque fit apporter, Sa perruque fit apporter...
Qui peut faire de la voile sans vent?
Qui peut faire de la voile sans vent? Qui peut ramer sans rame? Et qui peut quitter son amant Sans verser de larme? Je sais faire de la voile sans vent Je sais ramer sans rame Mais ne peux quitter mon amant Sans verser de larme Pourquoi faire de la v...
Red White and Blue
Britannia, the pride of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of the patriot's devotion, No land can compare unto thee: Thy mandates make heroes assemble, With garlands of glory in view, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the R...
Redmond O'Hanlon
A shepherd that lives on Slieve Gullion Came down to the County Tyrone, And told us how Redmond O'Hanlon Won't let the rich Saxons alone! He rides over moorland and mountain, By night, till a stranger is found, Saying, "Take your own choice to be lodging Right...
Riddle Me Ree
Riddle-me, riddle-me, Riddle-me-ree, Perhaps you can tell What this riddle may be: As deep as a house, As round as a cup, And all the King's horses Cannot draw it up.
Road to the Isles
The far Cuillins are pullin' me away As take I wi' my cromack to the road. The far Coolins are puttin' love on me As step I wi' the sunlight for my load. [Chorus:] Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch And Lochaber I will go By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wi...
Rock and roll des gallinacés
Dans ma basse-cour, il y a Des poules, des dindons, des oies. Il y a même des canards Qui barbotent dans la mare. Cot cot cot cot codet, Cot cot cot cot codet, Cot cot cot cot codet, Rock and roll des gallinacés.
Roelandstraat
O hier's ek weer In die Roelandstraat Woor die deur Van die magistraat. O alla basie wat het ek gemaak Toe kry ek nege maande bo in doe Roelandstraat. Japie Mei, En die wind waai in my sy. |: Laat staan sulke dinge laat staan, Laat staan sulke dinge laat staa...
Roger O'Hehir
1. At the Eight Mile Bridge in the county Down I had honest parents of fame and renown Oh had I been obedient and kept the command I never would have broken the laws of the land. 2. My parents endeavoured to give me honest bread They bound me apprentice unto...
Rolling Home
1. Up aloft amid the rigging Swiftly blows the loud favouring gale Strong as springtime in its blossom, Filling out each swelling sail And the waves we leave behind us Seem to murmur as they rise, We have tarried here to bear you, To the land you dearly prize...
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.
Rule Britannia!
When Britain first, at Heaven's command Arose from out the azure main; Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain: Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves Britons never, never, never sh...