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    A gentleman was passing by ... and he asked for a drink as he was dry





    The Well Below The Valley


    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    A gentleman was passing by
    And he asked for a drink as he was dry
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    My cup is full up to the brim
    And if I were to stoop I might fall in
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    If your true love was passing by
    You'd fill him a drink if he was dry
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    She swore by grass, she swore by corn
    Her true love had never been born
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    He said to her you're swearing wrong
    Six fine children you've had born
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    If you be a man of noble fame
    You'll tell to me the father of them
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    There's one of them by your brother John
    At the well below the valley-o
    One of them by your Uncle Don
    At the well below the valley-o
    Two of them by your father dear
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    If you be a man of noble fame
    You'll tell to me what did happen to them
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    There's one of them buried beneath the tree
    At the well below the valley-o
    Another two buried beneath the stone
    At the well below the valley-o
    Two of them outside the graveyard wall
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    If you be a man of noble fame
    You'll tell to me what will happen myself
    At the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    You'll be seven years a-ringing a bell
    At the well below the valley-o
    And seven years a-burning in hell
    At the well below the valley-o
    I'll be seven years a-ringing a bell
    But the Lord above may save my soul
    From burning in hell at the well below the valley-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    Green grows the lily-o
    Right among the bushes-o
    Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago ...


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    Many people die of thirst, but the Irish are born with one. (Spike Milligan in his book, Puckoon.)

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    My godmother actually came from match making burg in Clare , Lisdoonvarna, my favourite Christy song , we knew Luka better but what a talent.

    For those unfamaliar with the Connacht craic lyrics below.Lisdoon now blighted by drunk culchies , Boston widows Grangegorman and bucycle street sniffas.




    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 and the Cliffs of Moher,
    And the Tulla and the Kilfenora,
    Miko Russell, Doctor Bill,
    Willy Clancy and Noel Hill.
    Flutes and fiddles everywhere.
    If it's music you want,
    You should go to Clare.
    Oh, Lisdoonvarna
    Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
    Everybody needs a break,
    Climb a mountain or jump in a lake.
    Some head off to exotic places,
    Others go to the Galway Races.
    Mattie goes to the South of France,
    Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
    A cousin of mine goes potholing,
    A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
    Summer comes around each year,
    We go there and they come here.
    Some jet off to ... Frijiliana,
    But I always go to Lisdoonvarna.
    Oh, Lisdoonvarna
    Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
    I always leave on a Thursday night,
    With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight.
    I like to hit Lisdoon,
    In around Friday afternoon.
    This gives me time to get me gear together,
    I don't need to worry about the weather.
    Ramble in for a pint of stout,
    And you'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
    There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin,
    And a German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn.
    And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald,
    Gettin' their photos taken for the Sunday World.
    Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand,
    And they drinkin' pints to bate the band.
    Ain't it grand?
    Oh, Lisdoonvarna
    Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
    The multitudes, they flocked and thronged,
    To hear the music and the songs.
    Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans,
    With bottles - barrels - flagons - cans.
    Mighty craic. Loads of frolics,
    Pioneers and alcoholics,
    PLAC, SPUC and the FCA,
    Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA.
    Hairy chests and milk-white thighs,
    And mickey dodgers in disguise.
    Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs,
    Massage parlours in horse boxes.
    There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns,
    Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus freaks,
    RTE are makin' tapes, takin' breaks and throwin' shapes.
    This is heaven, this is hell.
    Who cares? Who can tell?
    (Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?)
    Oh, Lisdoonvarna
    Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
    A 747 for Jackson Browne,
    They had to build a special runway just to get him down.
    Before the Chieftains could start to play,
    Seven creamy pints came out on a tray.
    Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan,
    Seán Cannon did the backstage cookin'.
    Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game",
    Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain".
    Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields,
    Together singin' "The Four Green Fields".
    Van the Man and Emmy Lou,
    Moving Hearts and Planxty too!
    Oh, Lisdoonvarna
    Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
    Everybody needs a break,
    Climb a mountain or jump in a lake.
    Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee,
    Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea.
    But I like the music and the open air,
    So every Summer I go to Clare.
    Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana,
    Can hold a match to Lisdoonvarna.
    Oh, Lisdoonvarna
    Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
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    I just want the chance to use a bigger porridge bowl.

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    I used to dance to this ...




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