BEG-INNISH
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya JudeTo dance in Beg-Innish,And when the lads (they’re in Dunquin)Have sold their crabs and fish,Wave fawny shawls and call them in,And call the little girls who spin,And seven weavers from Dunquin,To dance in Beg-Innish.I’ll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean,Where nets are laid to dry,I’ve silken strings would draw a danceFrom girls are lame or shy;Four strings I’ve brought from Spain and FranceTo make your long men skip and prance,Till stars look out to see the danceWhere nets are laid to dry.We’ll have no priest or peeler inTo dance in Beg-Innish;But we’ll have drink from M’riarty JimRowed round while gannets fish,A keg with porter to the brim,That every lad may have his whim,Till we up sails with M’riarty JimAnd sail from Beg-Innish.
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya JudeTo dance in Beg-Innish,And when the lads (they’re in Dunquin)Have sold their crabs and fish,Wave fawny shawls and call them in,And call the little girls who spin,And seven weavers from Dunquin,To dance in Beg-Innish.I’ll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean,Where nets are laid to dry,I’ve silken strings would draw a danceFrom girls are lame or shy;Four strings I’ve brought from Spain and FranceTo make your long men skip and prance,Till stars look out to see the danceWhere nets are laid to dry.We’ll have no priest or peeler inTo dance in Beg-Innish;But we’ll have drink from M’riarty JimRowed round while gannets fish,A keg with porter to the brim,That every lad may have his whim,Till we up sails with M’riarty JimAnd sail from Beg-Innish.
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya JudeTo dance in Beg-Innish,And when the lads (they’re in Dunquin)Have sold their crabs and fish,Wave fawny shawls and call them in,And call the little girls who spin,And seven weavers from Dunquin,To dance in Beg-Innish.
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude
To dance in Beg-Innish,
And when the lads (they’re in Dunquin)
Have sold their crabs and fish,
Wave fawny shawls and call them in,
And call the little girls who spin,
And seven weavers from Dunquin,
To dance in Beg-Innish.
I’ll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean,Where nets are laid to dry,I’ve silken strings would draw a danceFrom girls are lame or shy;Four strings I’ve brought from Spain and FranceTo make your long men skip and prance,Till stars look out to see the danceWhere nets are laid to dry.
I’ll play you jigs, and Maurice Kean,
Where nets are laid to dry,
I’ve silken strings would draw a dance
From girls are lame or shy;
Four strings I’ve brought from Spain and France
To make your long men skip and prance,
Till stars look out to see the dance
Where nets are laid to dry.
We’ll have no priest or peeler inTo dance in Beg-Innish;But we’ll have drink from M’riarty JimRowed round while gannets fish,A keg with porter to the brim,That every lad may have his whim,Till we up sails with M’riarty JimAnd sail from Beg-Innish.
We’ll have no priest or peeler in
To dance in Beg-Innish;
But we’ll have drink from M’riarty Jim
Rowed round while gannets fish,
A keg with porter to the brim,
That every lad may have his whim,
Till we up sails with M’riarty Jim
And sail from Beg-Innish.