L A M B A Y

The sea is quite rough

We’ll sail out around Lambay

Untie the tight lines

It’s time to heave away.

 

The sun is quite high

The deck slowly drying

Hoist up the big white sail

Let the wind be flying

 

Chorus

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

All around Lambay

All around Lambay.

 

Out from the Skerries shore

Into the words of Yeats

Past Shenicks Island

Where the wave dictates

 

We’ll glide over shipwrecks

And the souls that rise

From the untold story

Of Tayleur's demise.

 

(Chorus)

 

Instrumental

 

We may see rock roos

Wild red necked wallabies

Scuffle ‘long grassy hills    

Far from the Tazzie seas

 

On this ancient east coast

From the very first day

The first sailors sailed

Like today around Lambay

 

(Chorus)

 

Outro

We’ll put to sea

We'll put to sea

We'll put to sea

We'll put to sea

All around Lambay x4

We’ll put to sea around Lambay

 

All around Lambay

 

We'll sail out around Lambay.

 

M Y  H O M E  T O W N

 

I can smell the rain on the dusty ground

Playing conkers from the trees ya found

Watching tractors cut the meadow grass

On the wall watch the world go past

(Chorus)

Bring me back to my home town

By the quiet fields

Near the ash trees

Bring me back to my home town

To its slumber

It’s burning ember

Running down the old wood lane

To ruins of barns to shelter rain

Swinging on that seat ya made

The sky is clear it’s a different shade

The river floods with no regard for man

A lake vista from where ya stand

Dandelion seeds blow through the air

Of this darling town and its debonaire.

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