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At the Ceili
Tonight we’re going to meet some lads
Us girls are dressed up gaily
And we’ll be dancing till the dawn
We’re going to the Ceili
The lads they come from miles around
From Ennis and Kilmaley
To show us all their fancy steps
We’re going to the Ceili
They’re playing tunes on everything
from pipes to ukulele
It sounds so good you can’t sit down
We’re dancing at the Ceili
All the boys we loved so well
So handsome, young, and charming
They’re in New York and Boston now
They should be home here farming
My own true love has sailed away
To be and endless rover
‘Cuz times are tough and he must leave
To start a new life over
He writes me letters every week to say how much he’s slavin’
And he promises that he’ll be back before the hay needs savin’
But it’s hard to love somebody that you’re not in touch with daily
So I’m looking for somebody new tonight down at the Ceili
The winter nights are long and hard and time goes by so slowly
I wish my true love he was here and in his arms I’d roll
He’d whisper tender words of love to me and kiss my lips so sweetly
And quickly I’d surrender to his manly charms completely
He writes me letters every week to say how much he’s slavin’
And he promises that he’ll be back before the hay needs savin’
But it’s hard to love somebody that you’re not in touch with daily
So I’m looking for somebody new tonight down at the Ceili
So I’m looking for somebody new tonight down at the Ceili
I hope I meet someone tonight who’ll make my heart beat fast
I handsome man with laughing eyes who smiles as he walks past
And when they play an old-time waltz he’ll twirl me ‘round the floor
And promise me that I will be his girl for evermore
His girl for evermore
His girl for evermore
And promise me that I will be his girl for evermore
I’m somewhat in a bother that is really quite alarming
I have two lads pursuing me and each of them is charming
One of them is dark and poor, one fair with lots of money
I don’t know which one to choose, the flower or the honey
What on Earth am I to do it’s driving me half crazy
Tonight I’ll make my mind up when I see them at the Ceili
To be a poor man’s wife will be a life of washin’ dishes
While a rich mans wife will surely have great luxury and riches
In comfort how I know it wouldn’t be to hard to wallow
And being poor is not much fun. Which one should I follow?
What on Earth am I to do it’s driving me half crazy
Tonight I’ll make my mind up when I see them at the Ceili
I’ve been lucky I’ve found a lad whose handsome and a neighbor
And me I’ve meet a decent man whose friendship I will savor
And me I’ve made my choice as well and in no way was it easy
But I’d rather have a man for love than be a rich mans lady
And that is how the story ends, may true love never fail me
We got ourselves three men tonight and we met them at the Ceili
 Ophrysia · Wed Dec 20, 2006 @ 05:08pm · 0 Comments |
