This song was written for the Eurovision in 1978

Oh, LisdoonvarnaLisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

How′s it goin' there everybody

From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy?

Here we are in the County Clare

It′s a long, long way from here to there

There's the Burren, there's the Cliffs of Moher

There′s the Tulla, there′s the Kilfenora

There's Miko Russell, Doctor Bill, Willy Clancy and Noel Hill

And flutes and fiddles everywhere

If it′s music you want, up to Lily White's

Well, oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

I normally leave on Thursday night

With my tent and groundsheet rolled up tight

Because I, I like to get into Lisdoon

In around Friday afternoon because

This gives me time to get my tent up and get my gear together and

I don′t need to worry about the weather, you know

But just ramble in for a pint of stout

You'd never know who′d be hangin' about!

There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin

A German looking for Liam Óg O′Floinn

And there′s Adam and Bono and Larry at the edge

Gettin' their photos taken with Naomi!

Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand

And they′re drinkin' pints to bate the band

Why wouldn′t they, they're getting it for nothing

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

I tell ya, anyway

The multitudes, they flocked in throngs

To hear the music and the songs

Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans

Bottles, barrels, flagons, cans

There′s mighty craic and loads of frolics and

Pioneers and alcoholics and

PLAC and SPUC and the FCA and

Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA and

Hairy chests and milk-white thighs and

Mickey dodgers in disguise and

McGraths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs

Massage parlours in horse boxes and

The BBC are makin' tapes and takin′ breaks and throwin′ shapes

There's amhráns and bodhráns and amadáns and

Hairy freaks and Arab sheiks and Hindu Sikhs and Jesus freaks

This is heaven, this is hell

Who cares who can tell and

Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon- (okay, go on)

How do you get a 747 for Jackson Browne?

Special runway just to get him down and

Before the Chieftains could start to play

Six creamy pints, 20 majors and a box of matches

Came out on a tray, oh jeez!

Seán Cannon was doin′ the backstage cookin'

Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan

Mary O′Hara and Brush Shields

Together singin' The Four Green Fields

Clannad were playin′ Harry's Game and

Christy Moore was hugin' around and

Van the Man and Emmy Lou and

Moving Hearts and Planxty too and

Van the Man is gon′ turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, up, up

I′ll tell my Ma when I go home

The boys won't leave the girls alone

I′m gonna pull my 'ere stomache home

But that′s alright 'til I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty

She is the Belle of Belfast city

She is curt and one, two, three

Oh please, won′t you tell me, who is she?

Well, oh, Lisdoonvarna (last time)

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Oh, Lisdoonvarna

Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!

Thank you very much

Good luck, everybody

Thank you very much