Songs with rhymes of clare

And I come from County Clare
And the brits would hang me for a fenian
So I took me leave of there

On the lovely hills of Clare,
As I strolled along with my sweet lass,
One evening at the fair,

my baby's love is called Clare
serpentine seductress, I can't compare

I can't breathe the air
Want someone help me find my little Clare

Private stock, peer nigga, with ill walks like Mark Clare
Has tilted wild, niggaz, lickin' shots in the air

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare

There's apricots in Santa Clare
Kern County they have apples there

There's roses in Killarney and there's some in County Clare
But upon my word, the roses, lads, I can't find anywhere