| Me and Dirk took a little trip
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| Across the sea on a big air ship
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| Riley Baugus came along
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| Helped us play our banjo songs
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| Prettiest place that I’ve ever seen
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| Entirely covered in emerald green
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| Chorus: Ate a lotta hog
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| Drank a lotta grog
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| Stepped in a bog
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| Came back in a fog
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| Place over there called Crosses of Annagh
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| West Clare’s answer to the Copa Caabana
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| Mairtin and Danny, Siobhan and Ciaran
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| Reelin in the front room, Dermy was steerin
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| Three in the mornin, our welcome was shot
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| We moved the session to the parkin lot
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| Half an hour later, nature was callin
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| Got to the point where there’s no more stallin
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| Dirk climbed up on a three foot wall
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| We all cried No! |
| as he started to fall
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| Up to his thighs in a soggy ooze
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| Peein as the water filled up his shoes
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| Five in the mornin, sun comin up
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| Playin more tunes, we were in our cups
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| Up on a trailer dancin the tango
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| Three steps, boom, it’s a fine fandango
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| A little while later, sun gettin higher
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| We rolled Harry Bradley in a tractor tire |