McIhatton-Christy Moore
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[ar:Christy Moore]
[al:Ride On]
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[00:00.00]McIhatton - Christy Moore
[00:12.20]In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
[00:16.21]For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
[00:22.38]Come winter summer frost all over a jiggin' Spring on the breeze
[00:28.87]In the dead of night a man steps by"McIlhatton if you please"
[00:34.35]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[00:38.96]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[00:44.65]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[00:51.07]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[00:58.69]There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
[01:06.80]The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere
[01:12.23]At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds
[01:17.74]And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
[01:23.31]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[01:27.92]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[01:34.35]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[01:39.97]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[01:49.97]At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
[01:55.71]The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
[02:01.20]He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
[02:06.56]But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again
[02:12.24]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[02:17.67]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[02:23.29]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[02:28.90]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[02:36.58]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[02:41.26]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[02:47.58]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[02:53.66]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[ar:Christy Moore]
[al:Ride On]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]McIhatton - Christy Moore
[00:12.20]In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
[00:16.21]For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
[00:22.38]Come winter summer frost all over a jiggin' Spring on the breeze
[00:28.87]In the dead of night a man steps by"McIlhatton if you please"
[00:34.35]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[00:38.96]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[00:44.65]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[00:51.07]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[00:58.69]There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
[01:06.80]The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere
[01:12.23]At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds
[01:17.74]And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
[01:23.31]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[01:27.92]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[01:34.35]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[01:39.97]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[01:49.97]At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
[01:55.71]The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
[02:01.20]He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
[02:06.56]But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again
[02:12.24]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[02:17.67]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[02:23.29]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[02:28.90]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[02:36.58]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men
[02:41.26]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again
[02:47.58]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
[02:53.66]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
