the pipes the pipes they are calling
gypsy rover came over the hill
be draggled and drunk feeling very ill
R D DO R D DO DAR DAY

he whistled and he sang
to the green wood rang
there`s a heart at the castle gate

the whistling gypsy looking for his lady
searching these valleys all over
wearing his best suit and playing a flute
the dustman and his penny whistle

along a shady grove he started to rove
with the darling of his heart ave maria
no foggy dew no marching men
down the mountain side its raining sunbeams

as the waters flow at the foot of the hill
along the singing river give me mountain dew
the rising of the moon at the lone tree
summertime is coming will you go lassie go

don`t weep for me mary along the cider road
its only 1841 and the potatoes haven`t yet started to rot
so if i fall from the grace of god
there`s still whiskey in the jar

whiskey your`e my darling drunk or sober
its a rocky road to dublin with weary limbs
no devil will lead me a stray fare thee well
at galway races i first met nancy whiskey

7 lonely nights in a pub with no beer
when the wind is cold and damp
the woman in the wood weilya weilya won`tya
the day of reckoning always comes

oh-ro your`e welcome home grace o`malley
now no need for the king of miracles
female warrior disperse the invader
the water is wide when the heart is low