Lisdoonvarna

This song was written for the Eurovision in 1978 Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! How's it goin' there everybody From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy? Here we are in the County Clare It's a long, long way from here to there There's the Burren, there's the Cliffs of Moher There's the Tulla, there's the Kilfenora There's Miko Russell, Doctor Bill, Willy Clancy and Noel Hill And flutes and fiddles everywhere If it's music you want, up to Lily White's Well, oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! I normally leave on Thursday night With my tent and groundsheet rolled up tight Because I, I like to get into Lisdoon In around Friday afternoon because This gives me time to get my tent up and get my gear together and I don't need to worry about the weather, you know But just ramble in for a pint of stout You'd never know who'd be hangin' about! There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin A German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn And there's Adam and Bono and Larry at the edge Gettin' their photos taken with Naomi! Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand And they're drinkin' pints to bate the band Why wouldn't they, they're getting it for nothing Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! I tell ya, anyway The multitudes, they flocked in throngs To hear the music and the songs Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans Bottles, barrels, flagons, cans There's mighty craic and loads of frolics and Pioneers and alcoholics and PLAC and SPUC and the FCA and Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA and Hairy chests and milk-white thighs and Mickey dodgers in disguise and McGraths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs Massage parlours in horse boxes and The BBC are makin' tapes and takin' breaks and throwin' shapes There's amhráns and bodhráns and amadáns and Hairy freaks and Arab sheiks and Hindu Sikhs and Jesus freaks This is heaven, this is hell Who cares who can tell and Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now? Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon- (okay, go on) How do you get a 747 for Jackson Browne? Special runway just to get him down and Before the Chieftains could start to play Six creamy pints, 20 majors and a box of matches Came out on a tray, oh jeez! Seán Cannon was doin' the backstage cookin' Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields Together singin' The Four Green Fields Clannad were playin' Harry's Game and Christy Moore was hugin' around and Van the Man and Emmy Lou and Moving Hearts and Planxty too and Van the Man is gon' turn it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up, up I'll tell my Ma when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone I'm gonna pull my 'ere stomache home But that's alright 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast city She is curt and one, two, three Oh please, won't you tell me, who is she? Well, oh, Lisdoonvarna (last time) Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Oh, Lisdoonvarna Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna! Thank you very much Good luck, everybody Thank you very much