Moorland Toasts and Sea-bound Whispers
2024-04-19
Created By Vaeinaemoeinen With Udio AI
Moorland Toasts and Sea-bound Whispers
2024-04-19
Lyrics
At the pub by the moor, with a whiskey in hand And a pint of stout, where the folk tales stand While the fiddles do play, a sweet melody I recall my dear lass from over the sea With a glass raised on high, to the green rolling hills Through the laughter and cheers, her memory spills
