CHANGING YOUR DEMEANOUR
Kevin Conneff

Here we are we've come to call with pipes and flutes and fiddles and all
In case of death we've even brought a keener,
So, if you're glum and feeling down just feel like us and act the clown
and soon there'll be a change in your demeanour.

I put me money on a horse today for with the race he'd run away
Or so a friend that's in the know he told me,
Twenty lengths ahead at most, he proundly cantered pass the post
but, woe was me, he lost the bloomin' jockey!

Now of all the places I have seen from China to the Caribbean,
Are all across the goat compared to Ireland,
From Bally Castle to Tralee, the Corrib to the Liffy
There's no where else on earth but like this island.

In Hollywood I long to be, no, not the place across the sea,
But in county Wickloe Ireland's lovely garden.
Where no pretenders will you find but decent people warm and kind,
and flocks of friendly sheep into the bargain.

For your ills don't take a pill but take it down the road, the hills
And listen to the lark's lovely warbling,
In the evening in the company with music in the key of E
You'll be dancing Kerry sets until the morning.