The Darlin' Girl Fom Clare
We were sittin' on a wall upon a Sunday
To watch the girls go by
Thinkin' we'd be married to one, one day
When Kate Flynn caught our eye
Sure she had the makin's of a fairy
And it made each boy-o stare
There's not a girl in the whole wide world
Like the darlin' girl from Clare
CHORUS:
OH...
Every man had got the finest plan you'll ever see now
Barrin' me now
Every day each one of them would say that she'll agree now
You'll see now
At night they'd fight over which of them was right
On the color of her eyes and hair
But there's not a girl in the wide wide world
like the darlin' girl from Clare.
I never said a single word about her
But I met the girl that day
And I told her that I couldn't live without her
And what had she to say?
She said I should be talkin' to her father
So I met him then and there
And in less than an hour we were fightin' for the dower
Of the darlin' girl from Clare
(Altered CHORUS)
OH...
Every man had got the finest plan you'll ever see now
Barrin' me now
Every day each one of them would say that she'll agree now
You'll see now
But late that night when the moon was shinin' bright
I asked her if she'd share
All me joy and me sorrow and begorah by tomorrow
I'll be married to the girl from Clare.
(repeat regular CHORUS)
LG
Library Guy <dal...@vet.upenn.edu> wrote in message news:<j4kha0d7u29ulfkdo...@4ax.com>...
THE DARLIN` GIRL FROM CLARE
WE WERE SITTIN` ON THE WALL UPON A SUNDAY
JUST TO WATCH THE GIRLS GO BY,
AND THINKIN` WE`D BE MARRIT TO ONE ONE DAY,
WHEN KATE FLYNN CAUGHT OUR EYE.
OH, MAN! SHE WAS THE MAKIN`S OF A FAIRY; AND IT MADE EACH BOY SWEAR,
`THERE`S NOT ONE GIRL IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
LIKE THE DARLIN` GIRL FROM CLARE
[CHORUS]
SO EVERY MAN HAD GOT THEIR FINEST PLAN YOU EVER SEE NOW-BARRIN` ME
NOW,
AND EV`RY DAY THERE`S ONE OF THEM WOULD SAY
THAT SHE`LL AGREE NOW- YOU`LL SEE NOW;
ALL NIGHT THEY`D FIGHT, AS TO WHICH O` THEM WAS RIGHT,
IN THE COLOUR OF HER EYES AND HAIR,
BUT NOT A WORD FROM ME WAS EVER HEARD, ABOUT THE DARLIN` GIRL FROM
CLARE!
SAYS SWEENY: 'TIS THE FATHER I`LL BE PLAZIN',
I`LL TELL HIM OF THE LAND I`VE TILLED,
I`LL TELL HIM OF THE CATTLE I HAVE GRAZIN`
AND OF THE HOUSE I MEAN TO BUILD;
AND WHEN HE SEES THE 'ARABLE' AND 'PASTURE'
AND THE FAT STOCK FEEDIN` THERE, AN' THE HENS AN' THE CHICKENS,
YE MAY GO TO THE DICKENS FOR THE GIRL FROM CLARE.'
CHORUS