Lisdoonvarna And Ill Tell Me Ma taby ukulele według Christy Moore (Chwyty barytonu)

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How's it goin' there everybody
 
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy
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Here we are in the County Clare
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It's a long, long way from here to there
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the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher
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The Tulla and the Kilfenora
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Micho Russell, Doctor Bill
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Willie Clancy, Noel Hill
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Flutes and fiddles everywhere
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If it's music you want
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You should go to Clare
 
 
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Oh, Lisdoonvarna
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Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
 
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Everybody needs a break, climb a mountain or jump in a lake
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Some head after exotic places, others go to the Galway races
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A cousin of mine goes pot-holing, a cousin of her's loves Joe Dolan
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Mattie goes to the South of France, Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance
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Summer comes around each year, we go there and they come here
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Some jet after...Frijiliana
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But I always go to Lisdoonvarna
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I always leave on a Thursday night
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With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight
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I like to hit Lisdoon
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In around Friday afternoon
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This gives me time to get me tent up and my gear together
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I don't need to worry about the weather
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Ramble in for a pint of stout
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You'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
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There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin
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And a German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn
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And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald
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Gettin' their photos taken for the Sunday World
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Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand
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And they drinkin' pints to bate the band
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Why wouldnt they theyre getting it for nothing!
 
 
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The multitudes, they flocked in throngs
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To hear the music and the songs
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Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans
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With bottles - barrels - flagons - cans
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Theres mighty craic. Loads of frolics
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Pioneers and alcoholics
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PLAC, SPUC and the FCA
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Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA
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Hairy chests and milk-white thighs
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Mickey dodgers in disguise
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Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs
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Massage parlours in horse boxes
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The BBC are makin' tapes, takin' breaks and throwin shapes
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There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns
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Hairy freaks, Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus freaks
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This is heaven, this is hell
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Who cares? Who can tell?
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(Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?)
 
 
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A 747 for Jackson Browne
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They had to build a special runway just to get him down
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Before the Chieftains could start to play
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Six creamy pints, 20 Majors and a box of matches came out on a tray
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Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan
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Seán Cannon did the backstage cookin'
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Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game"
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Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain"
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Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields
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Together singin' "The Four Green Fields"
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Van the Man and Emmy Lou
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Moving Hearts and Planxty too!
 
 
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I'll tell me ma when I come home
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the boys won't leave the girls alone
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they pull me hair and stole my comb
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well that's alright till I come home
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She is handsome she is pretty
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she's the belle of Belfast city
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she's a courtin' one two three
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please won't you tell me who is she