The Devil Went Down to Dingle by Rich (Stupidbodhranplayerwhodoesn'tknowanybetter)
(Tune: The Devil Went Down To Georgia)

The Devil went down to Dingle, he was looking for a soul to steal,
A little trip to the side for polkas and slides, he was tired of jigs and reels.
'Twas a ceilidh night in the pub's dim light and a man played the fiddle hot!
Well a Kerryman would be easy prey, or so the Devil thought!
The Devil said, "Back home on Downing St I've been known to play myself",
(And he insincerely bent his arm to drink the young man's health),
Says the Devil, "You play a fine fiddle, lad, but if you take from me this cue"
" 6 counties I hold against your soul cause i think I'm better than you!"

The boy said my name's Padraig, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet, you heathen Brit, cause I'm the best that's ever been!
Paddy, you best play lively now, no time to play slow airs,
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Kerry, and the devil don't play fair.
And if you win your island home will finally be whole,
But if you lose the Devil takes your soul!

The Devil opened up this case and he said I'll start this show
And the whole world looked the other way as he stepped on Padraig's toe.
And he pulled a bit of rosin from a fancy velvet sack,
And played a tune so foul it'd curl the hair off of Margaret Thatcher's back.
When the Devil finished Padraig said, "That's pretty weak, old hoss!"
"So sit down in that chair right there, let me show who's the boss."

Kid on the Mountain! Mother and Child! Sweeney's Polka! Miss McLeod's!
Bucks of Oranmore, Harvest Home,
A slide whose name's no longer known,
Plough and the Stars! Doctor O'Neills!
The Foxhunter's (both the jig and the reel)!
Paddy finished his rake with the Flowing Bowl
And clearly he would be keeping his soul.

The Devil bowed his head because he felt a little sick,
With the tunes of 32 counties, Padraig had him licked!
But as previously mentioned the Devil don't play fair
And the borders on the map still show those counties six as theirs.
But as for the true victor well, you and I both know,
And I'm proud to say the Devil stays away when and Irishman lifts his bow.