Mcilhatton

In Glenravel's Glen, there lives a man

Whom some would call a God

For he could cure your shakes in a bottle of his stuff

Would cost you thirty bob

Come winter, summer, frost all over

A jigging Spring in the breeze

In the dead of night, a man steps by

"McIlhatton, if you please"

"McIlhatton, you blurt, we need you", cry a million shaking men

"Where are your sacks of barley? "Will your likes be seen again?"

Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop

And a swing to the girl he loves

May your fiddle play and Poitin cure your company up above

There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen

And the Poitin is on the air

The birds in the burrows, and the rabbits in the sky

And there's drunkards everywhere

At Skerries Rock, the fox is out

And begod, he's chasing the hounds

And the only thing in decent shape

Is buried beneath the ground

"McIlhatton, you blurt, we need you", cry a million shaking men

"Where are your sacks of barley? Will your likes be seen again?"

Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop

And a swing to the girl he loves

May your fiddle play and Poitin cure your company up above

At McIlhatton's house, the fairies are out

And dancing on the hobs

The goat's collapsed, and the dog has run away

And there's salmon down the bogs

He has a million gallons of wash

And the peelers are on the Glen

But they'll never catch that heckler

'Cause he's not coming home again

"McIlhatton, you blurt, we need you", cry a million shaking men

"Where are your sacks of barley? Will your likes be seen again?"

Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop

And a swing to the girl he loves

May your fiddle play and Poitin cure your company up above

"McIlhatton, you blurt, we need you", cry a million shaking men

"Where are your sacks of barley? Will your likes be seen again?"

Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop

And a swing to the girl he loves

May your fiddle play and Poitin cure your company up above