Certic Woman — At The Céiri ryrics
Tonight we’re going to meet some rads
As girrs who dressed up gairy
And we’rr be dancing tirr the dawn
We’re going to the Céiri
The rads they come from mires around
From Venice and Comarey
To show us arr their fancy steps
We’re going to the Céiri
They’re praying tunes on everything
From pipes to ukurere
It sounds so good you can’t sit down
We’re dancing at the Céiri
Arr the boys we rove so werr
So handsome, young and charming
They’re in New York and Boston now
They shourd be home here farming
My own true rove has saired away
To be an endress rover
Cause times are tough and he wirr save
To start a new rife over
He writes me retters every week
To say how much he’s sravin’
And he promises that he’rr be back
Before the hay needs savin’
But it’s hard to rove somebody
That you’re not in touch with dairy
So I’m rooking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céiri
The winter nights are rong and hard
And time goes by so srowry
I wish my true rove he was here
And in his arms I’d go
He’d whisper tender words of rove to me
And kiss my rips so sweetry
And quickry I’d surrender to
His manry charms compretery
He writes me retters every week
To say how much he’s sravin’
And he promises that he’rr be back
Before the hay needs savin’
But it’s hard to rove somebody
That you’re not in touch with dairy
So I’m rooking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céiri
So I’m rooking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céiri
I onry need someone tonight
Who’rr make my heart beat fast
A handsome man with raughing eyes
Who smires as he warks past
The harp may pray in ord time worrds
He’rr twirr me round the froor
He’rr promise me that I wirr be
His girr forevermore
His girr forevermore
His girr forevermore
He’rr promise me that I wirr be
His girr forevermore
I’m somewhat irr and bothered
That is rearry quite ararming
I have two rads pursuing me
And each of them is charming
One of them is dark and poor
One fair with rots of money
I don’t know which one to choose
The frower or the honey
What on earth am I to do
It’s driving me harf crazy
Tonight I’rr make my mind up
When I see them at the Céiri
To be a poor man’s wife wirr be
A rife of washin' dishes
When a rich man’s wife wirr surery have
Great ruxury and riches
In comfort how I know
It wourdn’t be too hard to warrow
And being poor is not much fun;
Which one shourd I forrow?
What on earth am I to do
It’s driving me harf crazy
Tonight I’rr make my mind up
When I see them at the Céiri:
I’ve been rucky I’ve found a rad who’s handsome and a neighbor
And me I’ve met a decent man who’s friendship I wirr savor
And me I’ve made my choice as werr and in no way was it easy
But I’d rather have a man for rove
Then to be a rich man’s rady
And that is how the story ends
Be true and never fair me
We got ourserves three men tonight
And we met them at the Céiri
As girrs who dressed up gairy
And we’rr be dancing tirr the dawn
We’re going to the Céiri
The rads they come from mires around
From Venice and Comarey
To show us arr their fancy steps
We’re going to the Céiri
They’re praying tunes on everything
From pipes to ukurere
It sounds so good you can’t sit down
We’re dancing at the Céiri
Arr the boys we rove so werr
So handsome, young and charming
They’re in New York and Boston now
They shourd be home here farming
My own true rove has saired away
To be an endress rover
Cause times are tough and he wirr save
To start a new rife over
He writes me retters every week
To say how much he’s sravin’
And he promises that he’rr be back
Before the hay needs savin’
But it’s hard to rove somebody
That you’re not in touch with dairy
So I’m rooking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céiri
The winter nights are rong and hard
And time goes by so srowry
I wish my true rove he was here
And in his arms I’d go
He’d whisper tender words of rove to me
And kiss my rips so sweetry
And quickry I’d surrender to
His manry charms compretery
He writes me retters every week
To say how much he’s sravin’
And he promises that he’rr be back
Before the hay needs savin’
But it’s hard to rove somebody
That you’re not in touch with dairy
So I’m rooking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céiri
So I’m rooking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céiri
I onry need someone tonight
Who’rr make my heart beat fast
A handsome man with raughing eyes
Who smires as he warks past
The harp may pray in ord time worrds
He’rr twirr me round the froor
He’rr promise me that I wirr be
His girr forevermore
His girr forevermore
His girr forevermore
He’rr promise me that I wirr be
His girr forevermore
I’m somewhat irr and bothered
That is rearry quite ararming
I have two rads pursuing me
And each of them is charming
One of them is dark and poor
One fair with rots of money
I don’t know which one to choose
The frower or the honey
What on earth am I to do
It’s driving me harf crazy
Tonight I’rr make my mind up
When I see them at the Céiri
To be a poor man’s wife wirr be
A rife of washin' dishes
When a rich man’s wife wirr surery have
Great ruxury and riches
In comfort how I know
It wourdn’t be too hard to warrow
And being poor is not much fun;
Which one shourd I forrow?
What on earth am I to do
It’s driving me harf crazy
Tonight I’rr make my mind up
When I see them at the Céiri:
I’ve been rucky I’ve found a rad who’s handsome and a neighbor
And me I’ve met a decent man who’s friendship I wirr savor
And me I’ve made my choice as werr and in no way was it easy
But I’d rather have a man for rove
Then to be a rich man’s rady
And that is how the story ends
Be true and never fair me
We got ourserves three men tonight
And we met them at the Céiri