This song was written for the Eurovision in 1978
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Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
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, there's the Cliffs of Moher
There's the Tulla, there's the Kilfenora
There's Miko Russell, Doctor Bill, Willy Clancy and Noel Hill
And flutes and fiddles everywhere
If it's music you want, up to Lily White's
Well, oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
I normally leave on Thursday night
With my tent and groundsheet rolled up tight
Because I, I like to get into Lisdoon
In around Friday afternoon because
This gives me time to get my tent up and get my gear together and
I don't need to worry about the weather, you know
But just ramble in for a pint of stout
You'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin
A German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn
And there's Adam and Bono and Larry at the edge
Gettin' their photos taken with Naomi!
Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand
And they're drinkin' pints to bate the band
Why wouldn't they, they're getting it for nothing
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
I tell ya, anyway
The multitudes, they flocked in throngs
To hear the music and the songs
Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans
Bottles, barrels, flagons, cans
There's mighty craic and loads of frolics and
Pioneers and alcoholics and
PLAC and SPUC and the FCA and
Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA and
Hairy chests and milk-white thighs and
Mickey dodgers in disguise and
McGraths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs
Massage parlours in horse boxes and
The BBC are makin' tapes and takin' breaks and throwin' shapes
There's amhráns and bodhráns and amadáns and
Hairy freaks and Arab sheiks and Hindu Sikhs and Jesus freaks
This is heaven, this is hell
Who cares who can tell and
Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon- (okay, go on)
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How do you get a 747 for Jackson Browne?
Special runway just to get him down and
Before the Chieftains could start to play
Six creamy pints, 20 majors and a box of matches
Came out on a tray, oh jeez!
Seán Cannon was doin' the backstage cookin'
Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan
Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields
Together singin' The Four Green Fields
Clannad were playin' Harry's Game and
Christy Moore was hugin' around and
Van the Man and Emmy Lou and
Moving Hearts and Planxty too and
Van the Man is gon' turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up, up
I'll tell my Ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
I'm gonna pull my 'ere stomache home
But that's alright 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the Belle of Belfast city
She is curt and one, two, three
Oh please, won't you tell me, who is she?
Well, oh, Lisdoonvarna (last time)
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Thank you very much
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Good luck, everybody
Thank you very much