Có 82 tác phẩm của tác giả John Mcdermott

 The Last Rose Of Summer 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
'tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone, All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh To reflect back her…

 The Massacre Of Glencoe 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
(chorus) O cruel is the snow That sweeps glencoe And covers the grave o donald And cruel was the foe That raped glencoe And murderd the house of Macdonald They…

 The Minstrel Boy 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His fathers sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him.…

 The Old House 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
lonely i wander through scenes of my childhood They bring back to memory the happy days of yore Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted No light in…

 The Parting Glass 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Of all the money that er'e i spent I spent it ingood company And all the harm that ere i've done Alas it was to none but me And all…

 The Secret Of Christmas 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
It's not the glow you feel When snow appears It's not the christmas card You've sent for years Not the joyful sound When sleigh bells ring Or the merry songs…

 The Spanish Lady 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The spanish lady : to ming and family As i went down through dublin city At the hour of twelve at night Who should i spy but a spanish lady…

 The Sun Is Burning 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The sun is burning in the sky, Strands of clouds go slowly driftin' by In the park, the dreamy bees are droning in the flowers among the trees And the…

 What Child Is This 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
What child is this, who laid to rest On mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is christ the king,…

 When You And I Were Young, Maggie 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
I wandered today to the hills maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill maggie Where we used to long long ago The green growth…

 The Last Rose Of Summer (another Version) 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Time and time again i am asked the same questions: "john where did you study?" "are you professionally trained?" "is it difficult to stay in voice?" I come by my…

 The Metting Of The Waters 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
There is not in the wild world a valley so sweet, As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must…

 The Mountains Of Mourne 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Oh mary this london's a wonderful sight With the people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat But there's gangs of them…

 The Old Man 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The tears have all been shed now We've said our last goodbyes His souls been blessed He's laid to rest Andit's now i feel alone He was moer than just…

 The Rose Of Tralee 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; When i strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain, That stands…

 The Skye Boat Song 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
(chorus) Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing, Onward the sialor's cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to skye. Though the waves…

 The Spinningwheel 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The spinningwheel : to eilly and teesa in philly Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Close to the window yound eileen is spinning Bent over the fire her blind…

 Voyage 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
I am a sailor and you're my first mate We signed on together, we coupled our fate We hauled up our anchor determined not to fail For the heart's treasure…

 When I Grow Too Old To Dream 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
When i grow too old to dream : to g We have been gay going our way Life has been beautiful we have been young After you've gone life will…

 Wild Mountain Thyme 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Wild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast Oh the summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the…