| Song | Doolin |
| Artist | Paddy Goes to Holyhead |
| Album | Hooray |
| Halfpints of Smithwick′s and boys from Dungannon | |
| Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran | |
| Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers | |
| A glen of a broken heart | |
| A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher | |
| Singing songs of Pete John for a musical preacher | |
| 9 Germans beating their pour brandnew bodhráns | |
| No chance for a Gaelic harp | |
| [chorus:] | |
| The grasses still grow and the waters flow | |
| And the winds of the west they do roar | |
| The wild whippin′ rain and the ragin′ main | |
| Are knockin′ on Éireann′s green shore | |
| The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs | |
| There′s magic and peace in the air | |
| Take me away to Doolin Bay | |
| To the pride of the sweet County Clare | |
| Cheap Fish and Chips in the night near an old bridge | |
| Reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs | |
| There are 4 who share the room in the "Rainbow" | |
| Time is not ticking away | |
| Beautiful sights down the high Cliffs Of Moher | |
| Green grow the rashes and black is the color | |
| Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud: | |
| "Weather will improve day by day!" | |
| [chorus] | |
| Time is up at half past eleven, | |
| 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven | |
| It′s 10 years ago I made up my way, | |
| so - please take me back to the bay | |
| where | |
| [chorus] |
| Halfpints of Smithwick s and boys from Dungannon | |
| Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran | |
| Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers | |
| A glen of a broken heart | |
| A redhaired tinker and a onelegged teacher | |
| Singing songs of Pete John for a musical preacher | |
| 9 Germans beating their pour brandnew bodhrá ns | |
| No chance for a Gaelic harp | |
| chorus: | |
| The grasses still grow and the waters flow | |
| And the winds of the west they do roar | |
| The wild whippin rain and the ragin main | |
| Are knockin on É ireann s green shore | |
| The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs | |
| There s magic and peace in the air | |
| Take me away to Doolin Bay | |
| To the pride of the sweet County Clare | |
| Cheap Fish and Chips in the night near an old bridge | |
| Reels on a friday and days without slipjigs | |
| There are 4 who share the room in the " Rainbow" | |
| Time is not ticking away | |
| Beautiful sights down the high Cliffs Of Moher | |
| Green grow the rashes and black is the color | |
| Smalltalking barkeepers shouting out loud: | |
| " Weather will improve day by day!" | |
| chorus | |
| Time is up at half past eleven, | |
| 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven | |
| It s 10 years ago I made up my way, | |
| so please take me back to the bay | |
| where | |
| chorus |