Lisdoonvarna Karaoke - Christy Moore

This title is a cover of Lisdoonvarna as made famous by Christy Moore

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About

With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 112 BPM)

In the same key as the original: C

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 04:33 - Preview at: 01:24

Release date: 1984
Genres: Folk, In English
Original songwriter: Christy Moore

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Lyrics Lisdoonvarna

Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
How is it goin' there
Everybody from Cork
New York, Dundalk
Gortahork and Glenamaddy
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from here to there
There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher
The Tulla and the Kilfenora
Miko Russell, Doctor Bill
Willy Clancy, Noel Hill
Flutes and fiddles everywhere
If it's music you want
You should go to Clare
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
So everybody needs a break
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake
Some head off to exotic places
Others go to the Galway Races
A cousin of mine goes potholing
A cousin of heres loves Joe Dolan
Mattie goes to the South of France
Jim to the dogs and
Peter to the dance
Summer comes around each year
We go there and they come here
Some jet off to Frijiliana but I always go to Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
I always leave on a Thursday night
With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight
I like to hit Lisdoon in around Friday afternoon
This gives me time to get my gear together
I don't need to worry about the weather
Ramble in for a pint of stout
'Cos you'd never know who'd be hangin' about
There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin
And a German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn
And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald
Gettin' their photos taken for the Sunday World
Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand
And they drinkin' pints to bate the band
And they grunt
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
The multitudes, they flocked in throngs to hear the music and the songs
And motorbikes and Hi-ace vans
With bottles, barrels flagons, cans
Mighty craic loads of frolics pioneers and alcoholics and PLAC, SPUC and the FCA
And free Nicky Kelly and the IRA and
Hairy chests and milk-white thighs
And Mickey dodgers in disguise
MC Graths, O'Briens
Pippins, Coxs
Massage parlours in horse boxes
RTE are makin' tapes takin' breaks and throwin' shapes
There's amhráns bodhráns, amadáns
Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs
Jesus freaks
This is Heaven, this is Hell
Who cares, who can tell
Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
A seven four seven for Jackson Browne
They had to build a special runway just to get him down
Before the Chieftains could start to play
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray
Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan
Seán Cannon did the backstage cookin'
Clannad were playin'
Harry's Game and
Christy was singin'
Nancy Spain and
Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields together doin'
The Four Green Fields
Van the Man and Emmy Lou and moving Hearts and Planxty too
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
Everybody needs a break
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake
Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee and
Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea
But I like music and the open air so every summer I go to Clare
'Cos Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana could hold a match to Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna, ah
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon
Lisdoonvarna

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