So I'se wanderin', which is a thing I does, so it is. An' I'se wanderin' in a land some may know, for it's the land of The Tube that is You. An' what do I find?
Well an' all, jiggers if I don't find the Jig might be up!
Do ye see, I'd thought me a thing I'd thought up one day, an', as it were, invented me-self (blush). An' I swear ol' Tatters, he never know o' this before he was, well, Tattered. But there it was, in the Tube-y land, aye, an' still is! Tatter Jack Walsh, an' it's a Jig!
Now, Tatter Jack, an' Tattered Jack, we don't have to be the same, an' we ain't. but it's a fine thing to find, so it is :-). An' there's fast - like they Doolins do it, an' there's slower, like maybe Whiskers of Lichen do it, but they's all Tattered, an' they's all Jack, so they are (blush)!
An' that got me thinkin', so it it did. An' it got me thinkin' how maybe one day, when the Idiot behind his fingers has the coin for it, ol' Tatters could maybe have somethin' like it, like what Lady Raven and Lord Bear had at the beginnin' o' their 'Up and Coming', which ol' Jack misses, so he does :-) :-(.
But that's for another day, so it is. For now, ol' Jack's going tae have tae go find his ol' friends The Ragamuffin Few, for they're not real either, so he should be able tae find them easy :-)))). An' there's no' much can beat an old tin whistle, the Uilleann pipes, a bodhran and a fiddle, at least tae these old ears! :-)))).
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THE RAGAMUFFIN FEW
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There's Maggie on the fiddle
There's Dáivi on the drum
Fiona's old tin whistle
And Padraig piper-man
They'll set your feet to dancin'
Set tappin' ev'ry shoe
And wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!
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They've walked the green isle over
Killarney to Kildare
From Cork on up to Sligo
They'll play just anywhere
Mizen Head up to the Causeway
Tralee to Derry too
So wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!
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There's Maggie on the fiddle
There's Dáivi on the drum
Fiona's old tin whistle
And Padraig piper-man
They'll set your feet to dancin'
Set tappin' ev'ry shoe
And wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!
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Now Maggie was a Lady
And Daivi was a thief
Old Paddy was a sailor
Fiona walked the street
They left those lives behind them
They left all that they knew
Now wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!
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There's Maggie on the fiddle
There's Dáivi on the drum
Fiona's old tin whistle
And Padraig piper-man
They'll set your feet to dancin'
Set tappin' ev'ry shoe
And wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!
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They'll play for just a penny
They'll play for just a bed
And if you haven't any
They'll play for love instead
They'll play to make the sun set
They'll play to wake the dew
For wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!
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There's Maggie on the fiddle
There's Dáivi on the drum
Fiona's old tin whistle
And Padraig piper-man
They'll set your feet to dancin'
Set tappin' ev'ry shoe
And wherever there's a céilí
There's the Ragamuffin Few!