I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made.
Nine bean rows will I have there, and a hive »
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
Threads of Time
by Cherish the Ladies
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competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her »
The Galway Races
Best of the Dubliners [Epic/Legacy]
by The Dubliners
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(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel)
I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made.
Nine bean rows will I »
Innisfree
The Haunting
by Clandestine
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and creatures in the sun
Breathing the air we all belong
I have a dream I can't explain
wattle soldiers, making claim
And paradise returns again »
Ancient Mountains
Warragul
by John Williamson
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Said I'd do the show but I Canceled anyway
[Chorus:]
You were road kill baby Till I scraped you in my arms
Just another wattle flapping
On the old »
The Road Behind
America Must Be Destroyed
by GWAR
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Level your fretting.
I won't be forgetting
The flush of your face
When I lifted you level
To me and a wattle tree
Framed your body
In »
Owen's Lament
Sunset Studies
by Augie March
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Take star of Bethlehem,
There's willow if bitter, when helpless
Wild rose,
Some sunshine wattle revives all lost hopes"
But for a simple case »
Yearning
Sweetest Illusion
by Basia Trzetrzelewska
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C'mon wattle soldiers, wildlife warriors get angry
They'll call you green, they'll call you red
Just stay strong and turn your head
And think of little »
Wildlife Warriors: It's Time
Wildlife Warriors: It's Time (A Tribute To Steve Irwin)
by John Williamson
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wattled
With serpents backs
She saw there wading
Through tubulent waters
Men forsworn
And murderers »
Far Far North
Far Far North
by Einherjer
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wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented »
Medley
If I Should Fall from Grace with God
by The Pogues
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Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he carried a hod »
Finnegan's Wake
Do or Die
by Dropkick Murphys
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the games begin
Piggy wattles over with that shitty grin
But I'm, cool as (?hurt?) I ain't scared of him
Infact, I laugh, cause Pak's still smokin
Cop »
Skunk One
Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle
by Kottonmouth Kings
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