1.Boots Of Spanish Leather
Lyricist：Bob Dylan
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing？
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Or either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
If I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Well, is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin'
How can, how can you ask me again
When it only brings me sorrow
The same thing I will want today
I will want again tomorrow
Well, I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'
Well, if you, my love, must think that way
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
2.Broad Majestic Shannon
Lyricist：Shane Macgowan
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
On a road leading up Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming from as far as Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand and dry your tears, babe
Take my hand, forget your fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They've all gone, gone in the years, babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old Hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing 'Sean Dun Na Ngall'
And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old Hurley ball
Take my hand and dry your tears, babe
Take my hand, forget your fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They've all gone, gone in the years, babe
So I walked as day was dawning
As small birds sang when leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
On the broad majestic Shannon
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