Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Doolin

The grasses still grow and the waters flow and the winds of the west they do roar
The wild whippin‘ rain and teh ragin‘ main are knockin‘ onÉireann’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

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 for a Gaelic harp

Cheap Fish & Chips on the night near an old bridge
Reels on a Friday and days without slip-jigs
There are 4 who the room in “The Rainbow“
Time is not ticking away
Beautiful sights down the high Cliffs Of Moher
Green grow the rashes and ablck is color
Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud:
Wheather will improve day by day

Time is up at half past eleven
8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven
it’s ten yearsago I made up my way
so, please take my back to the bay