Down Dere for Dancin
Let’s have a dance, let’s have a ceili
Send for the Keanes, and that young Daly
Go down to the pub, get twenty Carroll’s
Wine, spirits and a Guinness barrel
For atin, drinking fill the shelves
If you want any more just help yourselves
Here’s thirty bob, arragh sure,
We’ll all get maigh-go-leor
Up there for doing your hair
Down dere for dancin
Spread the word to twenty miles
Haste to the wedding in the real oul’ style
Build bonfires, there’s plenty straw
You’re too young to go, a grá
‘Round the house and mind the dresser
He always was a messer
for the waltzing and a siege of Ennis
Hit it with a hammer and we’ll have that Guinness
Country kitchens, country miles,
Country women and country smiles
Country rambles, country flavour,
Country cousins and country neighbours
Country fresh all wind and water,
She’s got the marks of the farmers daughter
Country music full of soul,
Running through the city like the rock and roll
Women flock in like the tide,
Lads all hanging round outside
At the cart house sheltered from the wind,
‘Go out and tell them to come in
Priesteen who just did the job
Is sitting pretty in the hob
That’s his favourite place to be,
A drop of whiskey in his tea
Let’s have a dance lets have a Hooley,
Let’s have a song from Bridget Dooley
If the drink is getting low,
Give us a shout and we’ll get some more
If that does not suit your nature,
I’ve got a bottle of the cratur
I got a blim of the black, sing song,
Wheatgrass and a chillum and a bong