Ceilidh Poems - Poems about Ceilidh

...Tipperary's a long way from here, But the Emerald Isle's best beer, Will enhance any ceilidh, I wave my shillelagh, With some Guinness, old Eire feels near.......

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...I`m not going to school I`m not going to school today I just want to stay in my bed My tummy hurts and my feet are sore And I`m getting a really sore head. My nose is runny and I have a sore......

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... “‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson love at first sight at the ceilidh dancing 'round peat fires gayly lad and lass equally ......

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...I've climbed the Highland summit overlooking Ceilidh Brae down to Weeping Meadow where the hounds of hell would bay and maybe I was dreaming when I stumbled home at dawn the pipes were playi......

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...There was an awful caterwailing and clamour as the pipes filled up with air and swirled today it was for an orange march playing the protestain songs of inflamitary verse. Many were the songs ......

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...We walked and talked for hours as we sat on the golden sands A fine yellow grain so soft, found on Benbecula's open lands We are so fortunate on this day no swell from the Atlantic shows The mor......

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...Everyone dressed in their Highland attire, With the whisky flowing all night, I was at the local Ceilidh, Where it brought me great delight, There was Archie on the accordion, And Duncan on th......

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