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