McIlhatton - Christy Moore
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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 every-where
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At Skerries Rock the fox is out and be-god 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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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
McIlhatton [G]Christy Moore
IntroGAGA
GIn Glenravel’s Glen thereA lives a man whom Gsome would call a Agod For he could Gcure your shakes with aA bottle of his stuff would Gcost you thirty Dbob Come Gwinter, summer, Afrost all over, a Gjiggin’ Spring on the Abreeze In the Ddead of night a Gman steps by, “DMcIlhatton, if you Aplease”
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DMcIlhatton you blurt we Cneed you, cry a Gmillion shaking Dmen DWhere are your sacks of Gbarley, will your Dlikes be seen Cagain? DHeres a jig to the man and a Greel to the drop and a Dswing to the girl he Gloves May your Dfiddle play and Apoitín cure your Gcompany up Aabove
Theres a Gwisp of smoke to the Asouth of the Glen and the Gpoitín is on the Aair The Gbirds in the burrows and the Arabbits in the sky and there’s Gdrunkards every-Dwhere At GSkerries Rock the Afox is out and be-Ggod he’s chasing the Ahounds And the Donly thing in Gdecent shape is Dburied beneath the Aground
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GAt McIlhatton’s house the Afairies are out and Gdancing on the Ahobs The Ggoat’s collapsed and the Adog has run away and there’s Gsalmon down the Dbogs He Ghas a million Agallons of wash and the Gpeelers are on the AGlen But they’ll Dnever catch that Ghackler cos he’s Dnot comin’ home Aagain