Fionnghuala Songtext
von ANÚNA

The blacksmith said, "I′ll wait"
The blacksmith said, "I'll go"
The blacksmith said, in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he was going to go courting

Chorus:
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Fingal′s bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Fingal's bothies

I'd knock spots off the birds
I′d knock spots off the hakes
Little lythes of the sea
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last


We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

I′d knock spots off the birds
I'd knock spots off the hakes
Little lythes of the sea
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

The blacksmith said, "I′ll wait"
The blacksmith said, "I'll go"
The blacksmith said, in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he was going to go courting