Halfpints of Smithwick2s and boys from Dungannon Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers A glen of a broken heart A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher Singing songs of Pete John for a musical preacher 9 Germans beating their pour brandnew bodhr?ns No chance for a Gaelic harp
[chorus:] The grasses still grow and the waters flow And the winds of the west they do roar The wild whippin2 rain and the ragin2 main Are knockin2 on ?ireann2s green shore The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs There2s magic and peace in the air Take me away to Doolin Bay To the pride of the sweet County Clare
Cheap Fish and Chips in the night near an old bridge Reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs There are 4 who share the room in the 'Rainbow' Time is not ticking away Beautiful sights down the high Cliffs Of Moher Green grow the rashes and black is the color Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud: 'Weather will improve day by day!'
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Time is up at half past eleven, 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven It2s 10 years ago I made up my way, so - please take me back to the bay where