I took a trip upon a ship to Ireland from Stranraer
Well did you know that down below they let you park your car?
But be beware if you go there and don’t end like me
For I became a jukebox when I crossed the Irish Sea
The kids said, “Da you really are an irritating man
For half an hour we’ve listened to The Flower of Sweet Strabane
You are obsessed! Just give it a rest! For everywhere we go
Reminds you of a bit of a song you think we all should know
Chorus:
With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me
I became a jukebox when I crossed the Irish Sea
The wind that shakes the barley and the roses of Tralee
The stars above Kilarney and the turfman of Ardee
There isn’t a place in Ireland kids that has no blarney stone
That’s what Margaret Barry said – I’m sure that she’d have known
I rattled a reel on the steering wheel -sang Brennan on the Moor
I told them about The Rocks of Baun where farming’s very poor
I said The Wild Colonial Boys could hum The Rakes of Clare
But I’ve never known why girls are prone to walking through the fair
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With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me
I know a cat can sing in Eb but C is the key for me
Mrs McGrath the sergeant said, “I think that we should wed
Your son’s at Galway Races and your old man is dead”
A bonny bunch of roses oh he placed upon her knee
Now Mrs McGrath’s from Mullingar is known as Mother Macree
There was a girl from Donegal her name was Molly Bawn
She wore a big white apron and she waddled like a swan
A hunter – being the worse fro drink – shot her with his bow
If you wear white in Donegal be careful how you go
Chorus:
With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me
‘The Quiet Man’ is famous for ‘The Isle of Innisfree’
The Rocky road to Dublin had me really spoilt for choice
I said, ”Now kids it’s such a shame I only have one voice”
I gave them a burst of The Rare Auld Times down by the Liffyside
One of them said me Riverdance looked like the Palias Glide
“Molly Malone was celibate,”! I heard the auld man say
“She’d sell a bit here and sell a bit there every single day"
In Phoenix Park just after dark the big baboon’s a brute
He drills holes in a meerkat and he plays it like a flute
Chorus:
With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me
I’ll tell me ma when I go home what Ireland did to me
Here’s to Arthur Guinness me lads -his name will always stand
On every bit of tourist crap that’s bought in Ireland
And here’s to Mrs Guinness and the 21 kids she had
She was never awake when he came to bed so she didn’t do so bad
There was an old woman from Wexford and in Wexford she did dwell
She loved her husband dearly but another man twice as well
Now they all live together and they run a public bar
And if you’re clever then you’ll know that’s called menage a trois
Chorus::
With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me
I caught a boat so I could float back home from oversea
With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me
No longer I’m a jukebox I’ve become an mp3
