Christy Moore - The craic was ninety in the isle of man
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THE CRAIC WAS NINETY IN THE ISLE OF MAN
WerCen't we, The rCare ould stock, SpCent the evening getCtin' locked
IGn the Ace of HeGarts, Where the hFigh stools were engFaging
OCver the Butt bridge, DoCwn be the dock, And the bCoat she sailed at fCive o'clock
HuGrry lads, Says WhGack, Or beFfore we're there, We'll aFll be back
CaCrry him if you cCan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan C
BefCore we reached the AleCxander Base, The dCing dong we did suCrely raise
In the bGar of the ship, We hGad great sport
As the bFoat she sailed out fFrom the port
LaCnded up in the DouCglas Head, EnqCuirin' for a vaCcant bed
GIn the dining room, Got shGown, By a deFcent woman Fup the road
Lads, BCate it if ya cCan, Oh, The cCraic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan C
Next morCning went for a raCmble round, And sCaw the sights a DoCuglas Town
TGhen we went for a miGghty session, In a Fpub they call Dick DaFrbys
ACll got drunk be hCalf past three, To sCober up, Went swiCmming in the sea
BGack to the digs for the sprGuce up, And while waiFtin' for the roFsie
We aCll drew up our pClan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan
That nCight we went to the TeCxas Bar, And cCame back down be hCorse and car
MGet Big Jim and we aGll went in, To drFink some wine in YaFtes's
The LivCerpool girls, CIt was said, Were aCll to be met in The DoCuglas Head
McSGhane was there in a tGie and shirt, With the forFeign girls he was trFyin' to flirt
Sayin', HCey girls I'm yer mCan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan C
WhCacker fancied hCis good looks, With an ICsle of Man woman Che was struck
The LivGerpool lad was Gby her side, As he was thrFowin' the jar inFto her
WhCacker thought he'd tCake a chance, So he aCsked the quare wan oCut to dance
RoGund the floor they steGpped it out, To WhFack it was no boFther
EverytChin' was goin' ta pClan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan
The ICsle of Man woman fanCcied Whack
Yer mCan stood there, 'Til his heCads came back
And whGack, They all whacked inGta Whack, And WhFack was landed Fon his back
The DoCuglas force arrCived as well, LaCnded a couple a bCelts as well
And enGded up in the DouGglas Jail, UnFtil the Dublin bFoat did sail
DeCported every mCan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan