O'Shaughnessy Waltz (Vocal)

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In County Offaly
Drinking Tullamore dew
Three sheets windward from Dublin
'Neath a mighty oak, the pride of Charville
So stoned that I fell off my horse

As the world turned round
I was hangover bound
And the whiskey inside me was bubbling
All my senses were soaked by the dregs from the still
As I danced the O'Shaughnessy waltz

I was green as the hills
As high as the sky
On the road heading west to Galway
Gonna jump on a ship North America bound
And hope that wind stays on course

It's a far distant shore
And the captain and crew
Are like sea weathered dogs in the hallway
They bark and they sip to the wild ocean sound
As I dance the O'Shaughnessy waltz

Instrumental

As the world turns round
I was hangover bound
And the whiskey inside me was bubbling
My senses were soaked by the dregs from the still
And they danced the O'Shaughnessy waltz

Well it seems like a year
Since we sighted dry land
And the barrels are bare from the drinking
And our weather-worn skin is dry as a bone
And our hands are both rope worn and coarse

Well at last came the cry
Land straight ahead
As my positive thoughts were all shrinking
Well we laughed and we cried as the site changed the tone
And we danced the O'Shaughnessy waltz
Yes we danced the O'Shaughnessy Waltz