Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Real bog, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Well in the bog there was »
Rattlin' Bog
So Far So Good: Best of the Irish Descendants
by The Irish Descendants
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Well they call me a juicy hop frog
You can see me in any wood bog
Don't you know that they call me the hop frog
Hopping frog
I'm a hop frog »
Hop Frog
The Raven
by Lou Reed
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bog la bag la bog la
Bag la bog la bag labor
Blá blá
Aô aô aô aô aô blá blá
Mão deslizando
Na graça de leite
Tamanha ilusão
Se mostra direito
Pão »
Bog la Bag
Alfagamabetizado
by Carlinhos Brown
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bog bad words spell it with four letters
Nothing to say
Oh my God, your words are out of balance
Nothing to say
Nothing but one thing
You've got »
Nothing to Say
Screaming Life/Fopp
by Soundgarden
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The Old bog Road: Teresa Brayton
My feet are here on Broadway
This blessed harvest morn,
But oh! the ache thatÂ?s in my heart
For the spot where I »
The Old Bog Road
Please Help Me I'm Falling [Box Set]
by Hank Locklin
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My heart's so full and fat
Go get her
A mouth full of low [unknown]
A bog of faith
Sue a ballet [unknown]
Mountain battles
Indoctered minds »
Mountain Battles
Mountain Battles
by The Breeders
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In the puddle by the trail it flips it's tiny tail
Just like a great big whale but smaller than a snail
It's a pollywog in a bog
Swims under »
Pollywog in a Bog
Snacktime!
by Barenaked Ladies
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Rasap ludosti
Sjedeci na jastuku
Imam pretvara moru you teheran
Labirint
Procesije
I iznad svega egzaltiranost
bog vrednuje prestiz gluposcu
Stanice »
Iran
Filigranski Plocnici
by Azra
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So many people look at the bog
As a place that just lies dead
Nothing to do for the body
Nothing to do for the head
Take me where the heather »
I'm a Bogman
Between the Mountain and the Moon
by Luka Bloom
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hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.
I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.
I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes how to imitate a bog.
They »
The Hopeless Opus or the Great Battle of the Unfriendly Ridiculous
Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse
by Of Montreal
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steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet »
My Lagan Love
Sean-Nós Nua
by Sinéad O'Connor
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down to her sheeling low
And through the door I peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She piles the bog-wood fire
And sings in love's sweet »
My Lagan Love
From the Archives
by Tommy Makem
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Ne, ne dopusti vec, vesoljni bog
Da bi nasa sila potonila
saj je tako brezmejno sladka, mila
Slast nas stresa! »
Sila
Laibach [EFA]
by Laibach
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your lifetime bog and bright
You touched me with your eyes
Soft as an evening breeze
You held me in your arms
As the winds rushed through the trees »
Winds of March
Infinity
by Journey
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Truth or consequence
Truth or consequence
Bad luck no win
Bad wheel no spin
Bad cramps no bog
Bad master bad dog
Live in sin
Laws to defy
Live »
Truth or Consequence
Plugged in Permanent
by Anvil
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A rooster's blood
When it flew
Like doves
I'm a bog
Of poisoned frogs
It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
I'm the dog that ate
Your »
It's a Wonderful Life
It's a Wonderful Life
by Sparklehorse
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day
The sky was fair above
But you took the light away
The day you took your love
Only fools like me could be tossed in a bog
I've got »
Lost in a Fog
Hello Love
by Frank DeVol & His Orchestra
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piekna jak bog
Jak row Herrmana jak buła na pol »
Ramydada
Plagiaty
by Lech Janerka
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(a-poh-stohl)
bog bol (bohg bohl)
roditsya (roh-dee-tsyah)
probovat (proh-boh-vyah-ts)
krov (kroh-v)
noll (nohll) »
Deity
Macabre
by Dir en Grey
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three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen
Born in the bogs of Jersey
Trained how to love and spy hard
Dropped on the streets of Roppongi
Soaked through »
Pixeleen
Everything Must Go
by Steely Dan
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breakin'
an' no place to go an' lie
he sit in the bog so dark and wet
he got so much time
he ain't even worried yet
The Hog of the Forsaken
he is »
Hog of the Forsaken
Long Journey
by Michael Hurley
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I steal unto her shieling low
And through her dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog wood fire
And hums in soft »
My Lagan Love
Home
by The Corrs
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The fairies sail their boat till dawn
Across the starry bog
My darling son, the pearl-white moon
Has drained her cup of dew
And weeps to hear the sad, sweet »
The Gartan Lullaby
Songs for Children of All Ages
by Robin Williamson
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Forty Shades of Green
I wish I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see »
Forty Shades of Green
Danny Boy
by Roger Whittaker
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of sky blue waters to the belly of the beast
There is calm in the valley of the dogs
There is light in the caves and in the bogs
For a thousand »
TV Waves
Spelled in Bones
by Fruit Bats
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