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.