Roches - The Great Gaels Lyrics
Roches Lyrics
The Great Gaels Lyrics
The great gaels of ireland
The race that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad
Words remembered by john a. roche
From a poem by g.k. chesterton
Called the balled of the white horse.
Music derived from a traditional irish fiddle tune entitled john roches favorite
The race that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad
Words remembered by john a. roche
From a poem by g.k. chesterton
Called the balled of the white horse.
Music derived from a traditional irish fiddle tune entitled john roches favorite
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