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A couple of Christy Moore songs...

DELIRIUM TREMENS CHRISTY MOORE C D I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs. I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace. The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin' in me face.* Suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old D.T.s When the Child o' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.

CHORUS G C Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag, D G To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg. G As I sat lookin' up the Guinness ad I could never figure out D G How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible I'd never touch a drop. My heart was palpitatin' I was sure 'twas going to stop, Thinkin' I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep. A tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep. I fell into an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock. When I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock. George Seawright was sayin' the rosary and SPUC were on the pill.** Frank Patterson was gargled and he singin' Spancil Hill.

CHORUS I dreamt that Mr. Haughey had recaptured Crossmaglen Then Garret got re-elected and gave it back again. Dick Spring and Roger Casement were on board the Marita-Ann As she sailed into Fenit they were singin' Banna Strand. I dreamt Archbishop McNamara was on Spike Island for 3 nights Havin' been arrested for supportin' Traveller's rights. I dreamt that Ruairi Quinn was smokin' marijuana in the Dail Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out to scuts in Fianna Fail.

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I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny too The things that we got up to, but I'm not tellin' you. I dreamt I was in a jacuzzi along with Alice Glenn 'twas then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again.

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LisdoonvarnaLisdoonvarna is the name of a town in Co. Clare - a place famed for its festvals!

Tabs by Oliver St John & Pete Cassidy

G How's it goin' there everybody, D C From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy. D Here we are in the County Clare C It's a long, long way from here to there. D There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher, C And the Tulla and the Kilfenora, D Miko Russell, Doctor Bill, C Willy Clancy and Noel Hill. D Flutes and fiddles everywhere. C If it's music you want, You should go to Clare.

CHORUS G C Oh, Lisdoonvarna G C Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Everybody needs a break, Climb a mountain or jump in a lake. Some head off to exotic places, Others go to the Galway Races. Mattie goes to the South of France, Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance. A cousin of mine goes potholing, A cousin of her's loves Joe Dolan. Summer comes around each year, We go there and they come here. Some jet off to ... Frijiliana, But I always go to Lisdoonvarna.

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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 me gear together, I don't need to worry about the weather. Ramble in for a pint of stout, And 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. .. Ain't it grand?

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The multitudes, they flocked and thronged, To hear the music and the songs. Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans, With bottles - barrels - flagons - cans. Mighty craic. Loads of frolics, Pioneers and alcoholics, PLAC, SPUC and the FCA, Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA. Hairy chests and milk-white thighs, And mickey dodgers in disguise. Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs, Massage parlours in horse boxes. There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns, Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus freaks, RTE are makin' tapes, takin' breaks and throwin' shapes. This is heaven, this is hell. Who cares? Who can tell? (Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?)

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A 747 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", Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain". Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields, Together singin' "The Four Green Fields". Van the Man and Emmy Lou, Moving Hearts and Planxty too!

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Everybody needs a break, Climb a mountain or jump in a lake. Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee, Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea. But I like the music and the open air, So every Summer I go to Clare. Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana, Can hold a match to Lisdoonvarna.

CHORUS Christy Moore