Neil Young # The Broighter Hoard
Floras beguiling
Periwinkle blue
Heavenly Myrtle
Celestial hues
Legend Neil Young
Is seventy five
Some male falsetto
The finest alive
Honey malt whiskey
Made in Kilbeggan
Fishermen blacken
Their currachs in Cleggan
Sad Ballinalee
It’s grim Bully’s Acre
Where scores of our heroes
Went to their maker
Wicklow’s Glenroe
With Biddy and Miley
Oh fond of the sup
Was poor Dicey Riley
Sweet Joni Mitchell
At seventy seven
From both sides now
With wine at eleven
I went up for a ball
Oh long long ago
Up to the clouds
And came down with a crow.
Beidh mé ar ais…Sláinte.
