Lyrics Doolin - Paddy Goes to Holyhead, Mark Patrick

Doolin

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
The grasses 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!»
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