Mcilhatton Lyrics

Song	Mcilhatton
Artist	Christy Moore
Album	Ride On
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	In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
	For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
	Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on 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 poitín cure your company up above
	There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín 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 poitín 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 hackler cos he's not comin' 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 poitín 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 poitín cure your company up above

	In Glenravel' s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
	For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
	Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on 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 poiti n cure your company up above
	There' s a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poiti n 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 poiti n 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 hackler cos he' s not comin' 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 poiti n 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 poiti n cure your company up above

	In Glenravel' s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
	For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
	Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on 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 poití n cure your company up above
	There' s a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poití n 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 poití n 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 hackler cos he' s not comin' 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 poití n 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 poití n cure your company up above

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