~~(15)~~ එළකිරි මහා සංවාද මණ්ඩපය ~~(15)~~

Malinga

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  • Jul 20, 2006
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    කතා කරන්නවත් නැතුව කොහොමද කෙල්ලෙක්ද නැද්ද කියලා හොයා ගන්නෙ

    පැණි හලන්නෙ කථා කරද්දිනෙ :rolleyes:
     
    :P:P:P

    අඩෝ උබට හොදට මුණු කියවන්න පුළුවන්නේ

    පල පල මගේ කෙල්ලට අනම් මනම් නොකියා


    ඕක නිසා තමා හරියට වැඩක් කරගන්න බැරි :(:(:(

    උබේ කෙල්ල උබම තියා ගනිං
    උඩ ගියොත් අල්ලගන්න බැරි වෙයි ............
     
    ඒකනම් දන්නෙ නෑ. මං ඒව බලල නැතුව ඇති. ඒකෙ හිටපු ගැහැණු ළමයට ඒ කාලෙ 28 කියල ද කියන්නෙ?


    කතාව ස්ක්‍රීන් ටෙස්ට් එකේදි 25 ක් කතාව රිලීස් වෙනකොට 26 1/2 වගේ
    ඉවර වෙනකොට 30 ගාණක්

    :P:P:P:P
     

    EK KILLER

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    Underworld
    Upon one summer's morning
    I carefully did stray
    Down by the Walls of Wapping
    Where I met a sailor guy.

    Conversing with a young lass
    Who seem'd to be in pain,
    Saying, William, when you go
    I fear you'll ne'er return again.

    My heart is pierced by Cupid
    I disdain all glittering gold
    There is nothing can console me
    But my jolly sailor bold.

    His hair it hangs in ringlets
    His eyes as black as coal
    My happiness attend him
    Wherever he may go.

    From Tower Hill to Blackwall
    I'll wander, weep and moan
    All for my jolly sailor
    Until he sails home.

    My heart is pierced by Cupid
    I disdain all glittering gold
    There is nothing can console me
    But my jolly sailor bold.

    My father is a merchant
    The truth I now will tell
    And in great London City
    In opulence doth dwell.

    His fortune doth exceed
    300,000 gold
    And he frowns upon his daughter
    Who loves a sailor bold.

    A fig for his riches
    His merchandise and gold
    True love has grafted my heart
    Give me my sailor bold.

    My heart is pierced by Cupid
    I disdain all glittering gold
    There is nothing can console me
    But my jolly sailor bold.

    Should he return in pov'rty
    From o'er the ocean far
    To my tender bosom
    I'll press my jolly tar.

    My sailor is as smiling
    As the pleasant month of May
    And often we have wandered
    Through Ratcliffe Highway

    Many a pretty blooming
    Young girl we did behold
    Reclining on the bosom
    Of her jolly sailor bold.

    My heart is pierced by Cupid
    I disdain all glittering gold
    There is nothing can console me
    But my jolly sailor bold.

    My name it is Maria
    A merchant's daughter fair
    And I have left my parents
    And three thousand pounds a year

    Come all you pretty fair maids
    Whoever you may be
    Who love a jolly sailor
    That plows the raging sea

    While up aloft in storm
    From me his absence mourn
    And firmly pray arrive the day
    He's never more to roam.

    My heart is pierced by Cupid
    I disdain all glittering gold
    There is nothing can console me
    But my jolly sailor bold.

    My heart is pierced by Cupid
    I disdain all glittering gold
    There is nothing can console me
    But my jolly sailor bold.