Christy Moore - The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man Lyrics
well weren't we the rare oul stockspent the evenin' gettin' lockedup in the ace o' heartswhere the high stools were engagingover the butt bridge, down by the dock,the boat she sailed at five o'clock."hurry boys now", said whack"or before we're there we're all be backcarry him if you can"the craic was ninety in the isle of man.before we reached the alexander basethe ding dong we did surely raisein the bar of the ship we had great sportas the boat she sailed out of the portlanded up in the douglas headenquired for a vacant bedthe dining room we soon got shownby a decent woman up the road"lads, eat it if ye can"the craic was ninety in the isle of man.next morning we went for a ramble roundviewed the sights of douglas townthen we went for a mighty seisiunin a pub they call dick darbys.we must have been drunk by half past threeto sober up we went swimmin' in the seaback to the digs for the spruce upand while waitin' for the frywe all drew up our plan.the craic was ninety in the isle of man.that night we went to the texas bar,came back down by horse and carmet big jim and all went into drink some wine in yalesthe liverpool judies it was saidwere all to be found in the douglas head.mcshane was there in his suit and shirt.them foreign girls he was tryin' to flirt.sayin' "here, girls, im your man"the craic was ninety in the isle of man.whacker fancied his good lookson an isle of man woman he was struckand he throwin' the jar into her.whacker thought he'd take a chancehe asked the quare one out to dancearound the floor they stepped it outand to whack it was no bothereverythin' was goin' to plan.the craic was ninety in the isle of man.the isle of man woman fancied whackyer man stood there till his mates came backwhack! they all whacked into whackwhack was landed on his back.the police force arrived as well,banjoed a couple of them as welllanded up in the douglas jailuntil the dublin boat did sail,deported every man.the craic was ninety in the isle of man
