My Irish Blues
My Galway girl dancing upon the river Shillelagh there is no need for tears for the water of life a fool I’ll be Rúla Búla ring dumma do damma da Healing rain why do the heathen rage flowing from the whiskey in a jar I am laughter traveling fast and far I wake to Irish blues but my wife’s are green Rúla Búla ring dumma do damma da Crack of dawn playing the dead Irishmen laying in the tall grass of Tullamore dew as long as I can fight as long I can dance still an' all as long as you never forget Rúla Búla ring dumma do damma da
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