Period music

The van was shaking and the driver was sick
the apples in the back were a present from the parish
I was holding on to every word that he said
the stories that he told made me wish I was dead

There hasn't been a tune since the Beatles went weird
the country we were in, it was heading for the horrors
find yourself a fiddle and a girl that can play
the sound of John McCormack, is the sound of today, the sound of today

In the falling rain I stood, the Irish cowboys chopping wood
and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

Looking for a horsey in a one horse town
met up with the boys so I offered tea and flowers
drinking gin and tonic in the bicycle shop
dying as a drinker is the only way to stop

In the falling rain I stood, the Irish cowboys chopping wood
and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

Wear your pride without a hood
like Irish cowboys chopping wood
and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

I became a preacher just an hour ago
gathered up my thoughts and I threw them in the bucket
if I catch you smiling, then you know it's your last
if I catch you smiling, say goodbye to the past, 'Cause you know it's your last

In the falling rain I stood, the Irish cowboys chopping wood
and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

Wear your pride without a hood
like Irish cowboys chopping wood
and daring donkeys dancing in the fields