Of
sun dips low,
the fire lights high in the pub where the laughter flies
Tin whistle sings and the fiddle cries,
banjo plucks as the night unties
Round and round meet the dancing moon,
feet on the floor and the wild old tune
Raise your glass,
let your spirit swoon,
round and round meet the dancing moon
The botheron pounds like a beaten heart,
the floorboards creak but will not part
Spin your partner,
take a chance,
the night's alive with a jig and a dance
Oh, the clover grows where the shadows lean,
and the music's king of this emerald scene
Round and round meet the dancing moon,
feet on the floor and the wild old tune
Raise your glass,
let your spirit swoon,
round and round meet the dancing moon
The fiddler's bow, it sparks the air,
the whistles wail beyond compare
Banjos laugh and barons call,
we're all alive in the drumming hall
Hey, hey, ho!
Round and round meet the dancing moon,
feet on the floor and the wild old tune
Raise your glass,
let your spirit swoon,
round and round meet the dancing moon
Round and round meet the dancing moon,
feet on the floor and the wild old tune
Raise your glass,
let your spirit swoon,
round and round meet the dancing moon