Tradycyjne piosenki

Mirk and rainy is the nicht, There's no a staurn in a' the carry; Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, And winds drive wi' winter's fury. O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? Let me in for loud the linn Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie. F...

Arirang, arirang, arariyo, Arirang kokearo naumawkanda Na reul pauriko kasineun nimeun Simnido moskasaw palpyaungnanda 

Oh once upon a time in Arkansas An old man sat in his little cabin door, And fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear, A jolly old tune that he played by ear. It was raining hard but the fiddler didn't care He sawed away at the popular air, Though his roof tre...

Armastusel kummalised teed, armud vahel päeval, armud ööl. Tihti on kuuvalgus uue õnne algus – minul aga juhtus see… Kui läbi raske vihmasaju tormas kevadine tuuleiil. Töölt tulin ja mind saatsid koju, ümber sul mu mantlisiil. Ei järgi jäänud vihmasadu hetke...

Armsad sõbrad, võtkem kuulda , trillalla, trullalla! Mis ma tahan teile laulda, trillalla,trullalla! Oma väiksest piibust ma tahan teile rääkida. Trillalla, trullalla! |: Sind mina ikka armastan! :| Kui ma õhtul voodi heidan, trillalla,trullalla! Oma piibu ka...

1. Around Cape Horn we've got to go, To me way, hay, o-hio! Around Cape Horn to Calleao A long time ago! 2. 'Round Cape Horn where the stiff winds blow, To me way, hay, o-hio! 'Round Cape Horn where there's sleet and snow. A long time ago! 3. I wish to God I...

Around the green gravel The grass grows green, And all the pretty maids Are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, And clothe them with silk, And write their names With a pen and ink. 

1. I once had a comrade named Arthur McBride as we were a-walking along the seaside As we were a-walking to bathe in the tide It was on a fine summer's morning? 2. As we were awalking along the sea sand We met Sergeant Napier and Corporal O'Hand And a little...

Arthur O'Bower has broken his band And he comes roaring up the land; The King of Scots with all his power Cannot stop Arthur of the Bower. 

As I came in by Fisherrow, Musselburgh was near me; I threw off my mussel pock And courted wi' my deary. Up stairs, doon stairs, Timmer stairs fears me, I thought it lang to lie my lane When I'm sae near my deary. O had her apron bidden doon, The kirk wad ne...

As I roved out on a bright May morning To view the meadows and flowers gay Whom should I spy but my own true lover As she sat under yon willow tree I took off my hat and I did salute her I did salute her most courageously When she turned around well the tears...

As I walked by myself, And talked to myself, Myself said unto me: Look to thyself, Take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee. I answered myself, And said to myself, In the self-same way to me: Look to thyself, Or not look to thyself, The self-same thing...

As I walked out on an evening so clear, A young man lamented for the loss of his dear, And as he lamented, full sore he did cry, Saying,"'Alas, I'm tormented, for love I must die." "My dear and my jewel, my honey," said he, "Will you let me gang wi'you a swee...

As I was going by Charing Cross, I saw a black man upon a black horse; They told me it was King Charles the First – Oh dear, my heart was ready to burst! 

As I was going o'er London Bridge, And peeped through a nick, I saw four and twenty ladies Riding on a stick. As I was going o'er London Bridge, I heard something crack; Not a man in all England Can mend that! As I was going o'er London Bridge, I met a cart...

As I was going to Derby, Upon a market day, I met the finest ram, sir, That ever was fed on hay. This ram was fat behind, sir, This ram was fat before, This ram was ten yards high, sir, Indeed he was no more. The wool upon his back, sir, Reached up unto the...

As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits: Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were there going to St. Ives? 

As I was going up the hill, I met with Jack the piper; And all the tune that he could play Was, "Tie up your petticoats tighter." I tied them once, I tied them twice, I tied them three times over; And all the song that he could sing Was, "Carry me safe to Dov...

As I went by a dyer's door, I met a lusty tawnymoor; Tawny hands, and tawny face, Tawny petticoats, Silver lace. 

As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig. Upon my word and honour.