Intro: A5  C5  G5  A5  C5  G5  twice 

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The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane 
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A Virgin flight to Shannontown the day it didn?t rain 
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The laughing eyes of Ireland sparkling blue and green 
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With hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen 
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We?re back out on the cobblestones, whiskey drunk and high again 
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Liquored up and gearing up for seven nights in Ireland 

The corner booth is waiting for the session to begin 
It?s quiet as a mother?s prayer ?till we all stumble in 
And it?s fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin 
And a piper man is blowing like the North Atlantic wind 
And an Aran island beauty is sawing on the violin 
I wonder will she miss me after seven nights in Ireland 

It?s Ladies? Day in Galway and we watched the ponies run 
Fifty pounds against the odds and came in six to one 
McSwiggin heard the race report, he invited us on in 
So we drank Catholic whiskey with all our newfound friends 
They raised a glass to all of us and we all toasted them 
Here?s to Michael, Tom and Pat and seven nights in Ireland 

Well we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear 
And when she walked me to the gate I swear I saw a tear 
But then she looked into my eyes I knew she felt my pain 
And only then I realized we were standing in the rain 
So save our places at the pub and when the eyes are dry again 
We?ll come back another day for seven nights in Ireland