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the big marquee (expanded edition) - christy moore lyrics

[verse 1]
there’s an eagle down in skibereen, there’s a kerryman in tralee
the cork examiner gave me the third degree;
“why do you keep coming back to the rebel every year?”
“the answers plain and simple, the reason’s very clear
it’s the reels in ringaskiddy, the jigs in haulbowline
ricky lynch singin’ in the corner house, he’s like a vintage wine
the craic on sherkin island, the hake in union hall
the turbot caught upon capе clear, you can eat the bonеs and all

[chorus]
on the banks, the banks, the beautiful banks
on the banks of the river lee
sat*rday night, we’re packed in tight
all together in the big marquee

[verse 2]
puccini’s in the opera house, karl marx in the connolly hall
joe mac in the arcadia, two norries are on the ball
maggie barry on the coal quay, jimmy crowley on the ran*tan*tan
sound as a bell, hank wedell and the maestro john spillane
caitríona twomey, she’s comin’ up the mall
to cook the penny dinner, to feed the great and small
there goes don o’leary, on the road to sunday’s well
up to the cork life centre, to ring the mornin’ bell
[chorus]
on the banks, the banks, the beautiful banks
on the banks of the river lee
sat*rday night, we’re packed in tight
all together at the big marquee

[verse 3]
i took a wrong turn at dunkettle, upon my soul
i went down the jack lynch tunnel, woke up in the metropole
i took a walk along maccurtain street till i came to patrick’s hill
big noel said, “keep coming back” and begod i surely will
back to the english market, back to the scene
where a well*known cork fishmonger met her majesty the queen
brought the c*ckles and the mussels, caviar and lobster tail
the periwinkle drove the poor old queen compltely off the rail

[chorus]
on the banks, the banks, the beautiful banks
on the banks of the river lee
sat*rday night, we’re packed in tight
all together at the big marquee

[verse 4]
the lonely woods of upton, the boys of fairhill
the piper of crossbarry, i hear him still
i see the blood and bandage, i hear the rebels sing
i’m goin’ to kiss the blarney stone till the bells of shandon ring
[chorus]
on the banks, the banks, the beautiful banks
on the banks of the river lee
sat*rday night, we’re packed in tight
all together at the big marquee

[lilting outro]

- christy moore lyrics

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