[Verse The Mullingar Fleadh will be never forgot, By those who were there and by those who were not, The craic, it was good and the music was grand, The jigs and the reels and the songs of our land, There was banjos and whistles and bodhráns and pipes, And fiddles and zithers and flutes of all types! [Chorus]
The Mullingar Fleadh will be never forgot,
By those who were there and by those who were not,
The craic, it was good and the music was grand,
The jigs and the reels and the songs of our land,
There was banjos and whistles and bodhráns and pipes,
And fiddles and zithers and flutes of all types!

[Chorus]
And we sang the old songs, sure, the old fashioned songs,
Strike up an old tune and we'll all sing along,
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong,
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland.

[Verse]
I heard the pipes played with the magical sound,
I've seen a jig danced and they ne'er touched the ground,
Twas attended by all, both the living and the dead,
The sane and insane, sure, they all shared a bed,
And Bagus and Venus, they sported and played,
And the weekend extended by four to five days.

[Chorus]
And we sang the old songs, sure, the old fashioned songs,
Strike up an old tune and we'll all sing along,
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong,
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland.

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And songs they were killed, without reason or rhyme,
And songs resurrected from beginnings of time,
I heard a traditional rock and roll song,
Some sang it right and some sang it wrong,
The stories, the love songs, the old songs, the new,
The jigs and the reels and the rebel songs too!

[Chorus]
And we sang the old songs, sure, the old fashioned songs,
Strike up an old tune and we'll all sing along,
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong,
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland.

[Verse]
Now, here's to those who are dead and are gone,
And here's to those who have yet to be born,
And here's unto those who are living today,
Here's unto those who are far, far away,
And may God rest the souls of the men dead and gone,
But their songs and their music is still living on!

[Chorus]
And we sang the old songs, sure, the old fashioned songs,
Strike up an old tune and we'll all sing along,
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong,
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland.