Mcilhatton-Christy Moore

[ti:Mcilhatton] [ar:Christy Moore] [al:Ride On] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Mcilhatton - Christy Moore [00:12.20]In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god [00:16.21]For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob [00:22.38]Come winter summer frost all over a jiggin' Spring on the breeze [00:28.87]In the dead of night a man steps by "McIlhatton if you please" [00:32.56] [00:34.35]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men [00:38.96]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again [00:44.65]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves [00:50.39] [00:51.07]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above [00:55.32] [00:58.69]There's a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air [01:06.80]The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere [01:09.99] [01:12.23]At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds [01:16.30] [01:17.74]And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground [01:21.93] [01:23.31]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men [01:27.92]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again [01:34.35]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves [01:39.97]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above [01:43.85] [01:49.97]At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs [01:55.71]The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs [02:01.20]He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen [02:06.56]But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again [02:11.62] [02:12.24]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men [02:15.99] [02:17.67]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again [02:21.79] [02:23.29]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves [02:28.90]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above [02:33.83] [02:36.58]McIlhatton you blurt we need you cry a million shaking men [02:41.26]Where are your sacks of barley will your likes be seen again [02:45.95] [02:47.58]Here's a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves [02:53.66]May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above