Proinnsias

Proinnsias

Here Comes Krunchie

To the air of An Maidrín Rua, sort of.



Here comes Krunchie,
                Banging on his Bodhrán,
Singing, shouting,
                Songs unheard before.

(Repeat)

 
He bangs and he bangs
And he bangs upon his Bodhrán,
Singing and shouting
Songs unheard before.

(Repeat).
 
He puts music
                On old things and new things,
Singing, shouting,
                Songs unheard before.

(Repeat)

 
He bangs, etc.

 O bedad,
O bedad we hear him,
Singing, shouting,
                Songs unheard before.

(Repeat)

 
He bangs, etc.

 
Here comes Krunchie,
                Pretending he’s a young thing,
Singing, shouting,
                Songs unheard before.

(Repeat).

 
                He bangs, etc.

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