Christy Moore - The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man lyrics

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well weren't we the rare oul stock

spent the evenin' gettin' locked

up in the ace o' hearts

where the high stools were engaging

over 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 back

carry him if you can"

the craic was ninety in the isle of man.

before we reached the alexander base

the ding dong we did surely raise

in the bar of the ship we had great sport

as the boat she sailed out of the port

landed up in the douglas head

enquired for a vacant bed

the dining room we soon got shown

by 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 round

viewed the sights of douglas town

then we went for a mighty seisiun

in a pub they call dick darbys.

we must have been drunk by half past three

to sober up we went swimmin' in the sea

back to the digs for the spruce up

and while waitin' for the fry

we 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 car

met big jim and all went in

to drink some wine in yales

the liverpool judies it was said

were 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 looks

on an isle of man woman he was struck

and he throwin' the jar into her.

whacker thought he'd take a chance

he asked the quare one out to dance

around the floor they stepped it out

and to whack it was no bother

everythin' was goin' to plan.

the craic was ninety in the isle of man.

the isle of man woman fancied whack

yer man stood there till his mates came back

whack! they all whacked into whack

whack was landed on his back.

the police force arrived as well,

banjoed a couple of them as well

landed up in the douglas jail

until the dublin boat did sail,

deported every man.

the craic was ninety in the isle of man