Tarry Falls- a Fairy Tall An Irish Thing

The twenty-first son born with a brat his caul and three sevens in Gaelic knot once apon a fairy tall Upon the distant drum seven clocks ring as a banshee the kenning she does sing Morriganus looking through the gallowglass Laughing hooligans interrupt the sweetbriar lass The galore of whiskey erupts in the shebeen A Irish rose on with the tall brave little colleen all dressed in green the leprechauness spins a dream from the corrie a turlough of the fairy ring What of the lad of fate and the fairy godlover Let your imagination sing have your druthers How coming of age he must drink the poteen of four-leaf shamrocks a glass slipper it seems Chasing rainbows can do you no harm but beware the gift of gob its golden charm