• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Darby O'leary - Dubliners
• Triple Rois - Brothers Keepers

One evening of latest as I happened to stray
To the county Tipperary I straightened me way
To dig for potatoes and work by the day
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary
I asked him how far we where bound for to go
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
I was hungry and tired and me spirits where low
For I got neither whiskey nor water
The dirty ould miser he mounted his stead
To the Gull Belly mountains he road in great speed
I followed behind till my poor feet did bleed
When we stopped when his old horse was weary
When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It seems like a kennel or ruined old church
Says I to myself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary
I well recollected was mickle must night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green than white
And it gave me the threatened disorder
The wet oul potatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed was with sworn with rats
The fleas would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat'
Who banished the snake o'er the border?
He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished these potatoes would die of the blight
Or himself would go off with the fairies
'tWas on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Nor the sky over Darby O'Leary
I've worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery
I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgreen
At the mount of Kilfacel the bridge of Aleen
Such woe-full starvation, I never yet seen

Torchmann, Es Afreekanos,
Sékou – the ambassador, yeah
Sékou / Three kings – with the gifts we bring Torch Wir benutzen unsere Zungen
wie Schwerterklingen Blaise Triple rois, triple foi, avale la polodringue Torch Alle
Feinde erstarren wenn unsere Stimmen erklingen
Blaise / Cette révolution est plus que lyrics Nègre / fier, les 144 là haut qu'ils
aille s'le mettre / Kobo (noir) mixe le lait / dans le café s'il faut / lynche au
barbelé / la différence mais vraie ou faux? / Y'a des Frères moitié / des Sœurs
moitié / eux moitié / Quoi! C'est plus l'époque de Sidney Poitier / On ramène le beau
temps / et colore / l'environnement / parole en gros vent / souffle en accord / aux
continent
Sékou / We used to be griots teaching speaking to the people / No it`s up to MC`s to
add it up to what it equals / Read each soul so we each can grow / Stay lacing up the
cut till the blood cease to flow
From mud huts to the city though pity how we living / That`s why we spit from the
gut with the riches we was given / Bridge divisions with images that make you listen
/ Wisdom run deep through this beats repetition
We technician connect net work the vision / Contemplate next construct the text
through intuition / My whole codex is flex like roots musician / We up lifting in
juxta position to the system
My publishing edition team "Red, Black and Green" / Ambassador roll with torch pour
the gasoline / Every time I blaze the booth up black`s the theme / I stay
illuminating truth so the facts is seen
On the back of black atlas you can see the whip lashes / Eversince the middle
passage corporate industry's your master / It's hard to see increase the pace even
faster the world's so advanced we lost track of what we chasing after
In the face of disaster we hold the staff / others dance for the cash worship golden
calf / Ambassador whole hearted most don't know the half / we stay blazing up this
torch so we can roam this path
Sékou Three kings – with the gifts we bring Torch Wir benutzen unsere Zungen
wie Schwerterklingen Blaise Triple rois, triple foi, avale la polodringue Torch Alle
Feinde erstarren wenn unsere Stimmen erklingen
Blaise / Éléments secret / la parole, la volonté / y'en a assez / on voit danger /
mais il manque le pouvoir de tout changer / Je crois à l'invisible / vivant, ouvre
ma Bible / feuillète chapitres, versets comment est-ce possible / de traiter un
Humain par rapport à sa nature / ma force mature / se manifeste en perçant les
clôture / Que t'a bâtie entre sombre et éclairage / au fil des âges / Mavinga-Mbimba
à l'Africaine brise les cages / Djoza und Bouza, Kuschiten Jungz (Marrons) Bana mayi
/ Es Afreekanos garde tête haute tel un Massai
Torch / Ich stand am Strand der Vergänglichkeit / Die Wogen zogen mein Volk in eine
Welt voller Dunkelheit / Alles was bleibt nach dem Streit ist die Einsamkeit / Nun
treib ich allein mit meinem Leid durch die Ewigkeit / Ich fliess wie der Senegal ins
weite Meer / Und flüster meine Gebete leise vor mir her / Ich kam von weit her auf
meinem Sonnenkahn / Folg` den Vorfahr`n die mit Karawanen knapp entkommen war`n /
Pharao, Xango, Bizango, Legba / Blauer Samt ist der Grund für mein Phlegma / Ich bin
kein Mann der schweigt, eher ein Mann der schreibt / Gibt`s untereinander Streit, bin
ich ein Mann der schreit / Ramm` die Lehren der Gelehrten wie Galeeren von
Ramses den zweiten. Ja, man muß sich wehr`n / Eh, eh, ich geb` nicht auf und bewahr'
die Tradition / Warn die Nation mit Wahrheit am Mikrofon / Torchmann und Sékou
l`ambassadeur et / Blaise mon Frère direkt in dein Gehör / Ihr habt uns nie geseh`n
aber wir waren hier / Reisen von Haiti nach Boston und Zaire / Lausche mir, dem
Poeten aus der Diaspora / Und seht Torch scheinen wie eine Supernova / Jah Jehova
sei mein Zeuge auf dass ich / niemals meine Herkunft verleugne.