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Horslips
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Mad Pat
Lyricist：Carr Eamon John, Devlin Barry Paul, Fean John Martin Richard, Lockhart James Francis, O Connor Charles Leslie
There was a country fiddler
A jester, a riddler, a joker
A singer of songs
In every town he passed
He'd stop to help the dancing master
Entertain his straw, rope, foot throng
And from a green cloth on his back
He'd take his fiddle and some goodbye snow
Now singing high, now murmuring low
Now in the middle with his magic bow
And all the people would know
Mad Paddy's gone back on the road
A wire string fiddle is his only load
He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he's on his own
From the houses, all the people they stare
At his Horslips and his emerald green hair
You know he keeps on moving
He just doesn't care
When he's on his own
First he'll play a slow, slow air
So fair to drive away your cares
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And bring a magic sleep
Then the pace will quicken
As you burst out of your slumber
And find yourself up on your feet
But then his magic tune will change
To something strange
There's something wrong
What's going on?
And through the tears you cry
You'll look, you'll sigh
You'll feel like dying
'Cause the fiddler's gone
Mad Paddy's moving on
Mad Paddy's gone back on the road
A wire string fiddle is his only load
He's kicking up turf everywhere he goes
And he's on his own
In the corner there's a smile on his face
His fancy is taking him to some distant place
You know his tunes keep changing
He can't keep the pace and he's on his own
Mad Pat's on the road
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