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When you come to the end of your day
And you can't think of anyone to save your live
That could pull you through the big bad world
Then the chance is you never met a Celtic Girl

If your breath's been taken away
By the sight of a lass the second she strolled past
And your heart's gone into a whirl

The first thing I remember is my mother's ardent eyes
Gazing from the doorway as the world went drifting by.
The sky it was the bluest blue, the earth it did resound
The day I took my first steps on the Connemara Ground.

I chased the cows and chickens round and helped to haul the peat,
And hid among the flaggers when I needed some retreat.
We pinched the pound and grew our own, to seasons we were bound,

Well a man pushes west to a new set of mountains
On his back there's a fiddle and a drum
And the sound he makes ignites the whole country
Makes the new world hum

Well the man takes a wife and he teaches her to whistle
And he picks up the fiddle in the while
And the people come around and they bang and they howl

i'll tell me ma when i get home
the boys won't leave the girls alone
they pulled my hair they stole my comb
but that's all right till i get home
she is handsome she is pretty
she is the belle of belfast city
she is courtin' one two three
please won't you tell me who is she?

cho: The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain, and the snaw may snaw
But ye winna frichten Jock McGraw,
He's the stoutest man in the Forty Twa

The sergeant when he 'listed me, he winked his e'e and then says he,
"A man like you so stout and tall can ne'er be killed by a cannon ball!"
The captain then when he cam' roon, he looked me up and he looked me doon,

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

Leaves are quickly turning Scottish Green
On the links we're burning Scottish Green
With one whiff we had ya, Scottish Green
This is the dog's nadgers, Scottish Green
We don't care what anyone might think
We've got something better than a drink

When whisky wants replacement, Scottish Green