Irish Songs Lyrics With Guitar Chords By Martin Dardis

I Love The Smell Of Silage Lyrics

Home
Lyrics + Chords A-B
C - F
G - J
K - M
N - R
S - T
U - Z
The Tin Whistle Song Book With Letter Notes
Sheet Music And Tin Whistle
Tin Whistle Music 2
Learning Tin Whistle
Children's Songs On Tin Whistle
Pop Songs For The Tin Whistle
Christmas Carols For The Tin Whistle
Traditional Whistle Sheet Music
The Dubliners
Christy Moore
Wolfe Tones
Fureys Brothers
Clancy Brothers And Tommy Makem
Pogues
Most Popular Songs
Dublin City Ramblers
Johnny McEvoy
Scottish Songs
Gaeilge Songs
Foster & Allen
Irish Brigade
Country And Pop
Mary Black
Derek Ryan
Eric Bogle
Corries
McCalmans
Saw Doctors
Seamus Moore
Tommy Sands
Colum Sands
Football And Hurling Songs
American Folk And Patriotic Songs
German Songs
Runrig
Charlie And The Bhoys
Big Tom
Nathan Carter Lyrics
Welsh Songs
Other Songs And Resources
Updates
Guestbook
Learn Guitar

I Love The Smell Of Silage Song Lyrics By Richie Kavanagh.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Isn't that right Johnny, that's right, that's the truth.

If you want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh the young lads on the tractors they'll be tearing all about
Driving 4 wheel drives to draw the trailor's out
Racing through the fields heading for the yard
Up and down along the road going woefull hard.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.

If you want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailer  full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.

Richie Kavanagh Sonhs

rsz_1rsz_1rsz_greenwhiteorange2.jpg

Privacy Policy        Links  Copyright  2002 - 2014 Martin Dardis

rsz_1rsz_1rsz_greenwhiteorange2.jpg