The Jigs of Bally O’Rae

[Verse 1]
Down in Bally O’Rae by the emerald hill,
Where the pints flow fast and the nights don’t chill,
There’s a tune that plays when the sun dips low,
And it sets your weary heart aglow.
With a fiddle cry and a whistle’s cheer,
You’ll forget your troubles and lose your fear,
‘Cause the floorboards shake and the laughter’s wide,
When the music pulls you deep inside.

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[Pre-Chorus]
So grab your coat and your dancing shoes,
There’s not a soul here born to lose,
When the rhythm calls, you heed the sound,
Let your feet go wild on the timber ground!

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[Chorus]
Oh we’ll dance and sing ‘til the morning light,
Spin me ‘round in the firelit night,
Raise your glass and shout “Sláinte!” loud,
Let your voice ring free with the crowd!
With a hey and ho and a rovin’ rhyme,
We’ll leave our worries far behind,
In the heart of song where we belong,
In Bally O’Rae all night long!

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[Verse 2]
There’s a red-haired lass with a laughing eye,
And a rogue who swears he was born to fly,
But he trips on his boots when she takes his hand,
Now he’s dancin’ like he had it planned.
Old men stomp with a youthful grin,
And the young ones shout, “Let the night begin!”
From the corner seat to the barroom rail,
Every soul’s a part of the tale.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the bodhrán drum like a heartbeat strong,
It’s been callin’ out all night long,
And the fiddle leads like a merry guide,
Through a river of sound you cannot hide!

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[Chorus]
Oh we’ll dance and sing ‘til the morning light,
Spin me ‘round in the firelit night,
Raise your glass and shout “Sláinte!” loud,
Let your voice ring free with the crowd!
With a hey and ho and a rovin’ rhyme,
We’ll leave our worries far behind,
In the heart of song where we belong,
In Bally O’Rae all night long!

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[Bridge]
If you’ve lost your way or you’ve lost your gold,
There’s a place for you where the hearts are bold,
No matter your story, no matter your name,
By the end of the night we’re all the same.

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[Final Chorus]
So we’ll dance and sing ‘til the sun climbs high,
With a tear of joy in a laughing eye,
Raise your glass one final time,
To the magic found in a simple rhyme!
With a hey and ho and a rovin’ cheer,
We’ll carry this night throughout the year,
For the songs we share and the love we bring,
Are the truest gold we’ll ever sing! 

Upbeat Irish folk with fiddle, tin whistle, bodhrán, lively pub vocals, claps, and dancing energy, male, Irish accent