Karaoké Lisdoonvarna Christy Moore

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