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letra de outlaw raparee - the barleycorn

[verse 1]
one, two, three, four
my spurs are rusted, my coat is rent, my plume is damp with rain
and the thistle down and the barley beard, are thick on my horse’s mane
but my rifle’s as bright as my sweetheart’s eye, my arm is strong and free
what care have i for your kings and laws, i’m an outlaw rapparee

[chorus]
lift your glasses friends with mine and give your grasp to me
i’m england’s foe, i’m ireland’s friend, i’m an outlaw rapparee
i’m an outlaw raparee

[verse 2]
hunted from out our father’s home, pursued with steel and shot
and swift the warfare we must wage, or the gibbet be our lot
hurrah, the war is welcome work, the huntеd outlaw knows
he steps into his country’s love o’еr the corpses of his foes

[chorus]
lift your glasses friends with mine and give your grasp to me
i’m england’s foe, i’m ireland’s friend, i’m an outlaw rapparee
i’m an outlaw raparee

[verse 3]
a mountain cavern is my home, high up in the crystal air
my bed is a limestone iron-ribbed, with the brown heath smelling fair
let george or william only send, his troops to burn or shoot
we’ll meet them all on equal ground, and we’ll fight them foot to foot
[chorus]
lift your glasses friends with mine and give your grasp to me
i’m england’s foe, i’m ireland’s friend, i’m an outlaw rapparee
i’m an outlaw raparee

- the barleycorn

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