Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

How's it going there?

Everybody from Cork, New York, Dundalk

Gortahork and Glenamaddy

Here we are in the County Clare

It's a long, long way from here to there

There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher

The Tulla and the Kilfenora

Miko Russell, Doctor Bill

Willy Clancy and Noel Hill

Flutes and fiddles everywhere

If it's music you want

You should go to Clare

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

Sher' everybody needs a break

Climb a mountain or jump in a lake

Some head off to exotic places

Others go to the Galway races

A cousin of mine goes potholing

A cousin of hers loves Joe Dolan

Mattie goes to the south of France

Jim to the dogs and Peter to the dance

Summer comes around each year

We go there and they come here

Some jet off to Frijiliana

But I always go to Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

I always leave on a Thursday night

With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight

I like to hit Lisdoon

In around Friday afternoon

This gives me time to get me gear together

I don't need to worry about the weather

Ramble in for a pint of stout

You'd never know who'd be hanging about

There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin

German lookin' for Liam Og O'Floinn

And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald

Gettin' their photo taken for the Sunday World

Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand

And they're drinking pints to bate the band

And isn't it grand?

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

The multitudes, they flock in throngs

To hear the music and the songs

Motorbikes and Hiace vans

With bottles, barrels, flagons, cans

Mighty craic, loads of frolics

Pioneers and alcoholics

PLAC, SPUC and the FCA

Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA

Hairy chests and milk-white thighs

And Mickey Dodgers in disguise

McGraths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs

Massage parlours in horse boxes

RTE are making tapes

Takin' breaks and throwing shapes

There's amhrans, bodhrans, amadans

Arab Sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus Freaks

This is heaven, this is hell

Who cares, who can tell?

Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

A 747 for Jackson Browne

They had to build a special runway just to get him down

Before The Chieftains could start to play

Seven creamy pints came out on a tray

Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan

Sean Cannon did the backstage cookin'

Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game"

And Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain"

And Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields

Together doin' "The Four Green Fields"

Van the Man and Emmy Lou

Moving Hearts and Planxty too

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

Everybody needs a break

Climb a mountain or jump in a lake

Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee

And Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea

But I like the music and the open air

So every Summer I go to Clare

'Cause Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana

Could hold a match to Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

Ooh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna