Oh to be in Carrick Where the skies are always blue, Sitting by the castle old And thinking thoughts of you, Looking 'cross the water As the yachts go sailing by, Glancing up admiringly At all that clear blue sky.
But here I am in foreign fields, Where it is damp with rain, Thinking of the money spent, Oh isn't that a pain, I could have travelled westwards Where green fields are miost with dew, To that ancient and historic town, Where the skies are always blue.
Alas my brother, you did no harm Relating to us your aweful need, The dreadful circumstance in which You're ending up with green sleeves
Refrain So, so we urge you now To use this present, when in need, Blow, blow, keep your nose clean Then no longer will you have green sleeves. These handkerchiefs are made of cloth And large enough for any need, A runny nose? just wipe it clean Then you will not end up with green sleeves
Refrain So, so we urge you now To use these handkerchiefs when in need Blow, blow, keep your nose clean And nevermore will you have green sleeves
Whene'er these handkerchiefs, you have used, Soak them in water and wash them clean, And when they're dry, just use again, To keep you from getting those green sleeves
Double So, so we urge you now Refrain To use these handkerchiefs when in need, Blow, blow, keep your nose clean, Then you can sing "I have no green sleeves" Green sleeves were your dismay And green sleeves were no delight, Now pupils in years to come Wont ask "who's that teacher wi' green sleeves?"
I've built a house of brick and stone, A house that I can call my own, With gardens at both front and rear, And all the best of modern gear. The site is past the twelfth milestone, Beside a field that's overgrown, Although this fact is unbeknown, I've built a house.
Alone, I laid the cornerstone And since that day, the time has flown, From weeks to months and then a year, The final stone was laid with cheer And though my joints with pains do groan, I've built a house.
Jamaican sun in January, Uncrowded sandy beach, Sapphire sea seductively Torments me to outreach. Adventuresome and awesome, White horses waving by, Island paradise, ideal, Shimmering sun in clear blue sky, Heavenly enchanting appeal.
Cdoes not mean Chaos,instead, it's the Christ child, H is not the Hustle, but Hope from one so mild, R for Rudolph reindeer? not so, Redeemer came, I does not mean Icicles, but Infant, Christ his name, S does not the Stocking mean, but Shepherds from afar, T is not the Turkey, but Three wise men and a star, M for Mistletoe? not so, the Manger, rude and bare, A is not for Alcohol, but Agape, to spare, S for Santa Clause? not so, the Son of God come down, One side of Christmas, temporal, The other, yields a crown.