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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


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