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 Ed Pickford © prs

I took a trip upon a ship to Ireland from Stranraer

Well did you know that down below they let you park your car?

But be beware if you go there and don’t end like me

For I became a jukebox when I crossed the Irish Sea

The kids said, “Da you really are an irritating man

For half an hour we’ve listened to The Flower of Sweet Strabane

You are obsessed! Just give it a rest! For everywhere we go

Reminds you of a bit of a song you think we all should know


Chorus:

With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me

I became a jukebox when I crossed the Irish Sea


The wind that shakes the barley and the roses of Tralee

The stars above Kilarney and the turfman of Ardee

There isn’t a place in Ireland kids that has no blarney stone

That’s what Margaret Barry said – I’m sure that she’d have known

I rattled a reel on the steering wheel -sang Brennan on the Moor

I told them about The Rocks of Baun where farming’s very poor

I said The Wild Colonial Boys could hum The Rakes of Clare

But I’ve never known why girls are prone to walking through the fair

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With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me

I know a cat can sing in Eb but C is the key for me


Mrs McGrath the sergeant said, “I think that we should wed

Your son’s at Galway Races and your old man is dead”

A bonny bunch of roses oh he placed upon her knee

Now Mrs McGrath’s from Mullingar is known as Mother Macree

There was a girl from Donegal her name was Molly Bawn

She wore a big white apron and she waddled like a swan

A hunter – being the worse fro drink – shot her with his bow

If you wear white in Donegal be careful how you go


Chorus:

With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me

‘The Quiet Man’ is famous for ‘The Isle of Innisfree’


The Rocky road to Dublin had me really spoilt for choice

I said, ”Now kids it’s such a shame I only have one voice”

I gave them a burst of The Rare Auld Times down by the Liffyside

One of them said me Riverdance looked like the Palias Glide

“Molly Malone was celibate,”! I heard the auld man say

“She’d sell a bit here and sell a bit there every single day"

In Phoenix Park just after dark the big baboon’s a brute

He drills holes in a meerkat and he plays it like a flute


Chorus:

With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me

I’ll tell me ma when I go home what Ireland did to me


Here’s to Arthur Guinness me lads -his name will always stand

On every bit of tourist crap that’s bought in Ireland

And here’s to Mrs Guinness and the 21 kids she had

She was never awake when he came to bed so she didn’t do so bad

There was an old woman from Wexford and in Wexford she did dwell

She loved her husband dearly but another man twice as well

Now they all live together and they run a public bar

And if you’re clever then you’ll know that’s called menage a trois


Chorus::

With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me

I caught a boat so I could float back home from oversea

With me tithere-ara mara and me tara mara me

No longer I’m a jukebox I’ve become an mp3


I Became a Jukebox I Became A Jukebox live edit.mp3