Oh, come for a trip on Uncle Nobby's steamboat
Where you can hide your worries on the high float
And we'll take a trip to leprechauns and shamrocks
And hide our minds and troubles for a while
And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory
Captain Bluebeard gives a smile at the gangway site to meet you
The first mate by his side with a work card if he need you
They take you to your bus, your cabin's cool and cosy
Full steam ahead, we're ready for to go
And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory
And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory
Now we're off to Tirnanore
The goddess of love is Granya
Cahulian can't get in
In his coat he has no fanya
The leprechauns go by
In a twinkling mystic vision
And the shamrock lies a-mourning in the grave
And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory
And we're off to Tirnanore


And reality fades into a memory
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala
Bye.