Donald - O My Donald he works on the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and sets the sails While southward he rolls to the home of the whale He ne'er thinks o' me far behind Or the torments that rage in my mind He's mine for only half part of the year Then I'm left all alone wi' nocht but a tear Ye ladies wha' smell o' wild rose Think ye for your perfume tae whaur a man goes Think ye o' the wives and the bairnies wha' yearn For a man ne'er returning frae hunting the sperm My Donald he works on the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and sets the sails While southward he rolls to the home of the whale Sinead O'Connor Index Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love, and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day soon would come When she and I will be as one And black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep But satisfied I never shall be I'll write her a letter with a few short lines and suffer death a thousand times And black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands Sinead O'Connor Index The Value Of Ignorance You smile And there's blood on your lips Your hands show again What your mouth has kissed Now i know something I did not know before The thing that you've destroyed Is a thing you liked me for All those nights with my arse in your face And your words in my dreams Now i know what the value of ignorance means The pain In the sordidness All the more choices I thought you'd be the best At least I know something About what's good and what hurts And i'm glad that i loath it You would have fucked me up worse All those nights with my arse in your face And your words in my dreams Now i know what the value of ignorance means All those nights with my arse in your face And your words in my dreams Now i know what the value of ignorance means Don't you ever lie to me again Because if you do I will not be you friend Sinead O'Connor Index

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