It certainly sounds dopey to me, Dan - take a trip; grass; oblivion; reality fades. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more!
UNCLE NOBBY'S STEAMBOAT (Brian Warfield)
Come for a trip on Uncle Nobby's steamboat
Where you can hide your worries on a high float
And we'll take a trip to leprechauns and shamrocks
And hide our minds and troubles for a while.
CHORUS
And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no-one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory Captain Bluebeard gives a smile, at the gangway side to greet you
The First Mate by his side with a work card if he needs you
They take you to your berth, your cabin's cool and cosy
Full steam ahead we're ready for to go.
Now we're off to Tir-na-nog, the goddess of love is Grainne
Cuchullain can't get it, in his coat he has no [fawnya]
The fairies and the witch, the banshees drinking brandy
Uncle Nobby, at last he's in command
Recorded by the Wolfe Tones. Copyright Morning Music 1986.
Wassail! V
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