Kade Meila Foucha and welcome to the Pub Songs Podcast, enjoying eight years of good food, good drink, and good company with Celtic music and news from the Celt father, Mark Gunn. There's a wren on a rock wall, thorny gorse grows all around.

It's miles to the ocean and two old Galway town.

My feet grow so weary without you by my side, so I'll pick this purple flower for the day we reunite.

Here's a flower, my darling, from the banks of Ross Lake.

It will sit by my bedside till you're for my embrace.

As I walk the Aaron Islands, honeysuckle is all in bloom.

The rock roads seem harder like my heart missing you.

Though the beer is ever flowing

and the crack is quite grand,

music may be growing,

but it is lonely in this land.

Here's a flower, my darling, But it is lonely in this land.

Here's a flower, my darling, from the banks of Ross Lake.

It will sit by my bedside till you for my embrace.

Here's a flower, my darling, from the banks of Ross Lake. It will sit by my bedside till you form my embrace. Please The sun sets too slowly over Galway's Bursk Bay.

The crashing waves seem to slow us as we sail from the cave.

I see you by the pier side and my heart starts to so in my hand is your purple flower now you're mine once more

here's a flower my darling from the banks of Ross Lake it will sit by my bedside till you form my embrace.

Here's a flower, my darling,

from the banks of Ross Lake,

it will sit by my bedside

Till you form my embrace

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