作曲：MARTIN MORTON
作词：MARTIN MORTON
In the heart of old dublin town
Lit the lad of great renown
With a smile so wide and grand
He's the quirkiest in the land
He danced her cheek and spin around
Making laughter all around
With his hat and his crooked cloak
Oh that boy's some yoke
He's a rascal
He's a charm he's the talk of every farm
With his stories and his jokes
Everyone loves the boys of yoke
By the puppies struts with flare lifts
The spirits fills the air
Whistling tunes so full of cheer
Bringing joy to far and near
From the morn till late at night
He keeps the village filled in light
With a twinkle in his eye
He's the reason for our sight
Through the fields and
Down the stream
Life feels like a dream
Whenever he is near
Our hearts forget to fear
He's a rascal he's a charm
He's the talk of every farm
With his stories and his jokes
Everyone loves the boys some yoke by the pub
He struts with flare lifts
The spirits fills the air
Whistling tunes so full of cheer
Bringing joy to far and near
From the morn till late at night
He keeps the village fills the air
Whistling tunes so full of cheer
Bringing joy to far and near
Through the fields and
Down the stream
He keeps the village filled in light
With a twinkle in his eye
He's a reason to fear to fear
Through the fields and
Down the stream
Life feels like a dreaming light
With a twinkle in his eye
He's the reason for our sight
Through the fields and down the stream
Life feels like a dream
Whenever he is near
Our hearts forget to fear
Through the fear
mortys zen
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