Oh, come for a trip on Uncle Nobby's steamboatWhere you can hide your worries on the high floatAnd we'll take a trip to leprechauns and shamrocksAnd hide our minds and troubles for a whileAnd we're going where the grass is growing greenTo a mystic land that no one else has seenWhere oblivion takes the mind's realityAnd reality fades into a memoryCaptain Bluebeard gives a smile at the gangway site to meet youThe first mate by his side with a work card if he need youThey take you to your bus, your cabin's cool and cosyFull steam ahead, we're ready for to goAnd we're going where the grass is growing greenTo a mystic land that no one else has seenWhere oblivion takes the mind's realityAnd reality fades into a memoryAnd we're going where the grass is growing greenTo a mystic land that no one else has seenWhere oblivion takes the mind's realityAnd reality fades into a memoryNow we're off to TirnanoreThe goddess of love is GranyaCahulian can't get inIn his coat he has no fanyaThe leprechauns go byIn a twinkling mystic visionAnd the shamrock lies a-mourning in the graveAnd we're going where the grass is growing greenTo a mystic land that no one else has seenWhere oblivion takes the mind's realityAnd reality fades into a memoryAnd we're off to TirnanoreAnd reality fades into a memoryLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalalaLalalalalalalaBye.