Irish Reel Medley

VOCAL MOVES IRISH REEL MEDLEY

(with thanks to Jim Morrison for providing this medley)

If you're Irish come into the parlour,
There's a welcome there for you;
If your name is Timothy or Pat,
So long as you come from Ireland,
There's a welcome on the mat,
If you come from the Mountains of Mourne,
Or Killarney's lakes so blue,
We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss,
Whoever you are you are one of us,
If you're Irish, this is the place for you

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With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'll be off to Tipperary in the morning
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a toora loora lie
I'll be welcome in the home that I was born in

Me mother's told the neighbours
I'm going to settle down
Phil the fluter's coming out
To play me round the town
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a toora loora lie
I'll be off to Tipperary in the morning

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Ei…leen Ogg…and that the darling's name is.
And through the Barony

Her features the were famous,
If… we loved… her who was there to blame us,
For wasn't she the pride of Petravore.

But her beauty made us look so shy,
And.. not a man.. could look her in the eye
Boys, O boys, sure that's the reason why,
We're in mourning for the pride of Petravore.

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At the Auld Lammas Fair in Ballycastle long ago
I met a pretty colleen, who set me heart a-glow
She was smiling at her daddy, buying lambs from Paddy Roe
At the Auld Lammas Fair in Ballycastle-O

At the Auld Lammas Fair boys were you ever there
Were you ever at the Fair In Ballycastle-O?
Did you treat your Mary Ann to some Dulse and Yellow Man
At the Auld Lammas Fair in Ballycastle-O

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Have you ever been in love, me boys
and did you ever feel the pain?
I'd rather be in jail, I would
than be in love again.

Now the girl I loved was beautiful
I'll have you all to know
and I met her in the garden
where the praties grow

She was just the sort of creature, boys
that nature did intend
To walk throughout the world, my boys
without the Grecian Bend**,

Nor did she wear the chignon,
I'd have ye all to know
And I met her in the garden
where the praties grow.

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Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul

Tra la la la…Tra la la la la

Tra la la la la la la la la

Tra la la la…Tra la la la la^

Tra la la la la la la la la

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He’s a gallant Irishman with a daughter Mary Ann
The sweetest neatest colleen in this Isle
Though she wears no silk or satin
She’s a wonder at bog latin
In a blue and fascinating sort of style
When she’s selling fruit or fish
Sure it is her fondest wish
To capture with her charm some handsome man
But no matter where she goes
Aye, sure everybody knows
She’s Mick Mcgilligan’s daughter Mary Ann

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** Grecian Bend: a stooping posture, fashionable in the 1820s