Mcilhatton

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In Glenravel’s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
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For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
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Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin’ Spring on the breeze
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In the dead of night a man steps by, “McIlhatton, if you please”

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McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
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Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
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Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
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May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

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Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
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The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there’s drunkards everywhere
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At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he’s chasing the hounds
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And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground

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McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
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Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
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Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
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May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

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At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
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The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
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He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
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But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again

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McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
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Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
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Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
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May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
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McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
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Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
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Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
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May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above

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