Jack left on a cold, dark night, telling her he'd be home.
Fought the tide throughout the night and vanished among the foam.
He's walked these shores for 20 years,
washing the sand with his spectral tears.
Searching the shores, for his Becky-oh.
A tender touch, her gentle kiss,
How he longs to take her hand in his,
And lead her away to unseen shores.
He's been washing the sand with his spectral tears,
searching the shores for these long years.
And he'll walk the sea - forevermore.
Till he'll finds his Becky-oh.
He'll find. His Becky-oh.
He'll find. His Becky-oh.
Becky-oh.
Becky-oh.
Becky-oh.
Fought the tide throughout the night and vanished among the foam.
He's walked these shores for 20 years,
washing the sand with his spectral tears.
Searching the shores, for his Becky-oh.
A tender touch, her gentle kiss,
How he longs to take her hand in his,
And lead her away to unseen shores.
He's been washing the sand with his spectral tears,
searching the shores for these long years.
And he'll walk the sea - forevermore.
Till he'll finds his Becky-oh.
He'll find. His Becky-oh.
He'll find. His Becky-oh.
Becky-oh.
Becky-oh.
Becky-oh.
Ahhh, Jack.
Immortalized in song, but nobody ever bothered to hear his side.
Sinéad knows the tune! (link)
Mwahahahahahaa! *snort*
Immortalized in song, but nobody ever bothered to hear his side.
Sinéad knows the tune! (link)
Mwahahahahahaa! *snort*
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