Along about eighteen twenty-five,. I left Tennessee very much alive. I never would have got through the Arkansas mud. If I hadn't been a-ridin' on the Tennessee Stud. I had some trouble with my sw
Sul mare luccica l'astro d'argento. Placida e l'onda, prospero il vento. Venite all'agile barchetta mia!. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! O dolce Napoli, o suol beato,. ove sorridere volle il creato!.