Then at Poulnabrone, under twenty ton of stone We drank rainbow-coloured wines Oh, Inside that dolmen, I thought of King Solomon He could keep his concubines. Then I offered to show her the Cliffs of Moher And she showed me a thing or two too, And in a pub down in Doolin, she said "I'm not foolin I want to spend my life with you.
Well the days flew fast and the week soon passed Between one thing and another And she'd a plane to catch back to Paris-Match To see her father and her mother So we loaded up the van with cheese and ham And some six packs from the fridge With a Guinness keg for the final leg Of our amourous pilgrimage.