Christy Moore - St brendans voyage

A ^Dboat sailed out of Brandon in_the ^Gyear of five o ^Done ’twas a ^Ddamp and dirty mornin’ Brendan’s ^Gvoyage it be^Agun. ^DTired of thinnin’ turnips and ^Gcuttin’ curley ^Dkale When he got back from the creamery he ^Ahoisted up the ^Dsail. He ploughed a lonely furrow to the ^Gnorth, south, east and ^Dwest Of ^Dall the navigators, St. ^GBrendan was the ^Abest. When ^Dhe ran out of candles he was ^Gforced to make a ^Dstop, He ^Dtied up in Long Island and put A^America on the ^Dmap. Did you ^Gknow that Honolulu was ^Dfound by a Kerryman, Who ^Awent on to find ^A7Australia then ^Dsus2China and Ja^Dpan. When ^Ghe was touchin’ 70, he ^Dbegan to miss the crack, Turnin’ to his albatross sez ^Ahe “I’m headin’ ^Dback”.

“Is it ^Gright or left for Gi^Dbraltar” “and ^AWhat tack do I take for Mizen ^DHead?” “I’d ^Glove to settle down near Ventry ^DHarbour”, St. Brendan to his a^Albatross he ^Dsaid.

To ^Dmake it fast he bent the mast and ^Gbuilt up mighty ^Dsteam. Around Terra del Fuego and ^Gup the warm Gulf ^AStream, He ^Dcrossed the last horizon, Mt. ^GBrandon came in ^Dsight And when he cleared the customs into ^ADingle for the ^Dnight. ^GWhen he got the Cordon Bleu he went to douse the ^Ddrought, He ^Aheaded west to ^A7Crozier’s to murder ^Dsus2pints of ^Dstout Around by Bally^Gferriter and ^Dup the Conor Pass He freewheeled into Brandon, the ^Asaint was home at ^Dlast.

“Is it ^Gright or left for Gi^Dbraltar” “and ^AWhat tack do I take for Mizen ^DHead?” “I’d ^Glove to settle down near Ventry ^DHarbour”, St. Brendan to his a^Albatross he ^Dsaid.

The en^Dtire population came (281) the ^Gplace was chock-a-^Dblock Love nor money wouldn’t get your ^Gnose inside the ^Ashop. The ^Dfishermen hauled up their nets, the ^Gfarmers left their ^Dhay, Kerry people know that saints don’t ^Aturn up every ^Dday. ^GEverythin’ was goin’ great ’til ^DBrendan did announce His ^Areason for re^A7turnin’ was to ^Dsus2try and set up ^Dhouse. The ^Ggirls were flabbergasted ^Dat St. Brendan’s neck To seek a wife so late in life and ^Ahim a total ^Dwreck.

“Is it ^Gright or left for Gi^Dbraltar” “and ^AWhat tack do I take for Mizen ^DHead?” “I’d ^Glove to settle down near Ventry ^DHarbour”, St. Brendan to his a^Albatross he ^Dsaid.

^DWorn down by rejection that ^Gpierced his humble ^Dpride, “Begod”, sez Brendan “If I run I’ll ^Gsurely catch the ^Atide” ^DTurnin’ on his sandals he ^Gmade straight for the ^Ddocks And haulin’ up his anchor he ^Acast off from the ^Drocks. As he ^Gsailed past Inismhicheallain there ^Dstood the albatross “I ^Aknew you’d never ^A7stick it out, ’tis ^Dsus2great to see you ^Dboss” “I’m ^Gbailin’ out” sez Brendan, “I ^Dbadly need a break A fortnight is about as much as any aul ^Asaint could ^Dtake.”

“Is it ^Gright or left for Gi^Dbraltar” “and ^AWhat tack do I take for Mizen ^DHead?” “I’d ^Glove to settle down near Ventry ^DHarbour”, St. Brendan to his a^Albatross he ^Dsaid.