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[Verse 1]
I met her by the fire
With her boots too clean
She said, “Is this the pub?”
I said, “Aye, and welcome in”
She held her pint like china
Looked at the dartboard stain
Said, “Do ye all just sing here?”
I said, “That’s how we keep the pain”
[Pre-Chorus]
So I taught her the nod
And the laugh with a sigh
How to order a half
And not ask why
[Chorus]
Oh, you clueless Yank
Keep up, keep up
Tap your heel, drink it down
Fill your cup, fill your cup
Oh, you clueless Yank
Mind your grace
One more round and you’ll be
One of the place
(one of the place)
[Verse 2]
She clapped on the one
Then clapped on the three
Got lost in the chorus
And blamed it on me
Asked if “grand” means big
Or means all is fine
I said, “In this country, love
It means both most of the time”
She tried the accent once
Like a joke in a play
Came out half Dublin
And half USA
[Pre-Chorus]
So I showed her the toast
With a wink and a grin
How the whole room gets louder
When the tune kicks in
[Chorus]
Oh, you clueless Yank
Keep up, keep up
Tap your heel, drink it down
Fill your cup, fill your cup
Oh, you clueless Yank
Mind your grace
One more round and you’ll be
One of the place
(one of the place)
[Bridge]
Then she took to the dance
On a heel and a cheer
Stepped on my poor shoes
And bought the next round, dear
Now she knows the refrain
And she sings it with me
Still asks where “Craic” comes from
But she’s part of the tree
[Final Chorus]
Oh, you clueless Yank
Keep up, keep up
Tap your heel, drink it down
Fill your cup, fill your cup
Oh, you clueless Yank
Mind your grace
One more round and you’ll be
One of the place
(one of the place)
Details
GeneratedJun 1, 2026
Duration3:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish pub singalong with stomps, claps, fiddle, tin whistle, accordion, and bodhrán; brisk 6/8 reel feel with pub-floor momentum. Verse rides fiddle and handclaps, pre-chorus strips to whistle and stomp, chorus bursts with accordion, crowd shouts, and gang claps. Lead female vocal stays cheeky and close, with harmony answers, shouted asides, and short delay throws on the hook. Timber-floor stomps, pint-glass taps, and a whistle pickup into each chorus. Bright, rowdy, and room-filling., female vocals, accordion
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Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
An Irish pub song, claps and stomps, fiddle, whistle, accordion and bodhrain, female voice, about an Irish woman meeting a clueless American woman and the hilarity in trying to teach her the culture.
