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One stormy night in Magalluf, it rained and rained it rained all day 
By half past ten we'd had enough, time to call it all a day 
Then we heard some music playing, the sweet sound of a violin 
So our footsteps started straying, to the magic bar that he played in.

As we stumbled through the doorway, he clocked us with a cheerful grin 
As we walked across the floorway, the strangest thing was happening 
For our feet then started tapping, we didn't know quite what to think 
And then our hands just started clapping before we settled down to drink

 Glory Glory Hallelujah, sha la la la la la la lay 
 Doobee doobee doobee dooya, ole ole ole ole
 Glory Glory Hallelujah,  sha la la la la la lay 
 Doobee doobee doobee dooya, ole ole ole ole

He played fast then played it faster as people twirled around the floor
Louder than a ghetto blaster, the crowd all hollered out for more 
So we got up and started dancing, we thought we'd dance the night away 
The rhythms there were so entrancing, when we saw Mick the Fiddler play.

He's going wild, he's up there jumping, his fiddling fast with Irish fire
So we're up our hearts a -pumping as the tempo rises higher 
He sang of joy he sang of sorrow this quite extraordinary man 
He said don't think about tomorrow enjoy your pleasures while you can 

Glory glory Hallelujah, shalla lalla lalla lay 
Doobee doobee doobee dooya Ole ole ole ole
Glory glory Hallelujah, shalla lalla lalla lay 
Doobee doobee doobee dooya, Ole ole ole ole. 
 

TO HEAR ME SING THIS.
GO ON TO YOUTUBE.
MICK THE FIDDLER, LOUIS SPENCE 
THANK YOU.

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