Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Doolin lyrics

Halfpints of Smithwick′s 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 bodhráns No chance for a Gaelic harp [chorus:] The gra**es still grow and the waters flow And the winds of the west they do roar The wild whippin′ rain and the ragin′ main Are knockin′ on Éireann′s green shore The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs There′s 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!" [chorus] Time is up at half past eleven, 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven It′s 10 years ago I made up my way, so - please take me back to the bay where [chorus]