歌词语境宇宙
Who could blame me cry my fill;
Every tear would turn a mill
Johnny's gone for a soldier
Who could blame me cry my fill;
Every tear would turn a mill
Johnny's gone for a soldier
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And till every tear would turn a mill
Is go dte tu mon mhuirnin slan
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And till every tear would turn a mill
Is go dte tu mon mhuirnin slan