Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
Oh, we’ve all come down to Turles armed with tent poles and guitars
To have the crack and ceili ‘neath the sparkling summer stars
We’re up from Cork and Kerry and we’re down from Donegal
From every end of Ireland for the bayla, one and all
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From every end of Ireland we’re here let it rip
To go kissin’, drinkin’, smokin’, dancin’, trippin’ down to Tipp
There’s Paddy’s, Ileane’s, Bridie’s, Margel’s, Finbar’s, Sean’s and Tim’s
O’Kelly’s, Cooney’s, Mooney’s, Murphy’s, Moran’s and McGinn’s
And if you close your eyes and listen you can hear the legends sing
The ghosts of Luke and Ciaran, the Irish ballad kings
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We’ll cheer your man Costello, cause he’s such a decent bloke
We’ll laugh with old Van Morrison when he tells a solid joke
We’ll waltz with Nancy Griffith and pogo with the Pogues
So let’s break out with the wonder stuff and let’s all take off our clothes
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And when all the music’s over and all the bands are gone
Silence comes a creepin’ o’er the Tipperary dawn
I’ll make this solemn promise and I’ll whisper it to you
I’ll be at the next Trip to Tipp and I hope you’ll be there too
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