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As I was going' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier I said stand or deliver or the devil he may take ya Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Wack for my daddy-o, Wack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny. I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber takin’ my Molly with me And I never knew the danger for about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell. I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels. Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin', and some men like ta hear, the cannon ball a roarin'. Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber. But here I am in prison...

I surrender to your heart babe Do anything that you want me to do Please be tender I'm in your hands girl This is a feeling I never knew You know I tried to make it on my own That's not the way it was meant to be Spend my time waiting by the phone Oh darling come back to me I surrender, I surrender I'm giving up the role of pretender Oh be tender, girl be tender Can't you feel the love that I send you I surrender. I remember, seems like a lifetime Can't believe it's a matter of days Since you left me I'm near to heartbreak I want you so bad don't turn away What does it take to stay by my side You know I'll do what you want me to Don't take away this feeling inside I'm still in love with you I surrender, I surrender I'm giving up the role of pretender I remember, I remember Can't you feel the love that I send you I surrender. I surrender, I surrender Darling now won't you be tender Surrender, oh su...

First, when there's nothing but a slow glowing dream That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride In a world made of steel, made of stone Well I hear the music, close my eyes, feel the rhythm Wrap around, take a hold of my heart [Chorus:] What a feeling, bein's believin' I can't have it all, now I'm dancin' for my life Take your passion, and make it happen Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life Now I hear the music, close my eyes, I am rhythm In a flash it takes hold of my heart [chorus (with ... "now I'm dancing through my life")] What a feeling What a feeling (I am music now), bein's believin' (I am rhythm now) Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life What a feeling (I can really have it all) What a feeling (Pictures come alive when I call) I can have it all (I can really have it all) Have it all (Pictures come alive...

You take my love You want my soul I would be crazy to share your life Why can't you see what I am Sharpen the senses and turn the knife Hurt me and you'll understand I'll never be Maria Magdalena (You're a creature of the night) Maria Magdalena (you're a victim of the fight) (you need love) Promise me delight (You need love) Why must I lie Find alibis When will you wake up and realize I can't surrender to you Play for affection and Win the prize I know those party games too I'll never be Maria Magdalena (You're a creature of the night) Maria Magdalena (you're a victim of the fight) (you need love) Promised me delight (You need love)

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man—no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around Since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man. Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', people, Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive. Well now, I get low and I get high, And if I can't get either, I really try. Got the wings of heaven on my shoes; I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose. You know it's all right. It's OK. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man. Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, Yo...