We went out to a weekend festival on Clare Island in August 1990
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and on the boat back on a perfect autumn evening the green and red of mayo was conceived with well known Galway free-spirited minstrel jarir al-majar. It became a song about a year later
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Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
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I can see it still
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It's soft and craggy bog lands
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It's tall majestic hills
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Where the ocean kisses Ireland
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And the waves caress its shore
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Oh the feeling it came over me
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To stay forever more
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Forever more
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From its rolling coastal waters
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I can see Croagh Patrick's peak
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Where one Sunday every Summer
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The pilgrims climb the reek
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Where Saint Patrick in his solitude
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Looked down across Clew Bay
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And with a ringing of his bell
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Called the faithful there to pray
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There to pray
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Oh take me to Clare Island
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The home of Grainne Mhaol
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Its waters harbour fishes
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From the herring to the whale
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And now I must depart it
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And reality is plain
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May the time not pass so slowly
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'fore I set sail again
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Set sail again
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The Green and Red of Mayo
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I can see it still
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Its soft and craggy bog lands
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Its tall majestic hills
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Where the ocean kisses Ireland
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And the waves caress its shore
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The feeling it came over me
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To stay forever more
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Forever more
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Oh the Green and Red of Mayo
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[repeat 3 times]
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Copyright: jarir al-majar/l.moran/d.carton
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Green and Red of Mayo
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The Saw Doctors |