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[Intro]
[Fiddle]
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
In the heart of the town, where the lanterns are lit,
There’s a pub where the lads and the lasses all sit,
With a pint in their hands, and a song in their heart,
Oh, the tales of sweet love, they eagerly impart.
[Chorus]
Raise your glasses high, to the stars above,
To the maidens we cherish, and the nights full of love,
Let the fiddle play fast, let the ale flow like rain,
In the warmth of the pub, we’ll find love once again.
[Interlude]
[Distorted Guitar]
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
There’s sweet Rosie, whose laughter's like chimes on the air,
With her cheeks rosy red, and her long golden hair,
She’ll dance through the night, with a gleam in her eye,
Stealing hearts as she twirls, ‘neath the Irish sky.
[Chorus]
Raise your glasses high, to the stars above,
To the maidens we cherish, and the nights full of love,
Let the fiddle play fast, let the ale flow like rain,
In the warmth of the pub, we’ll find love once again.
[Interlude]
[Distorted Guitar]
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Then there’s Molly, the temptress with lips like the wine,
With a wink and a smile, she’ll say, “Tonight you’re mine.”
By the firelight’s glow, secrets softly confessed,
In her arms, weary souls find a haven of rest.
[Instrumental]
[Fiddle Solo]
[Verse]
Then there’s Molly, the temptress with lips like the wine,
With a wink and a smile, she’ll say, “Tonight you’re mine.”
By the firelight’s glow, secrets softly confessed,
In her arms, weary souls find a haven of rest.
[Break]
[Drum Fill]
[Chorus]
Raise your glasses high, to the stars above,
To the maidens we cherish, and the nights full of love,
Let the fiddle play fast, let the ale flow like rain,
In the warmth of the pub, we’ll find love once again.
[Bridge]
Oh, the tales that are told when the night’s growing old,
Of the loves won and lost, of the brave and the bold,
We’ll toast to the lasses whose love never dies,
As the moon casts its spell on the starry night skies.
[Drum Fill]
[Fiddle Solo]
[Chorus]
Raise your glasses high, to the stars above,
To the maidens we cherish, and the nights full of love,
With our hearts full of song, let the whole world proclaim,
In the lands of the Irish, love’s never in vain!
[Outro]
So we’ll sing and we’ll dance till the morning light peeks,
In this pub where we gather, week after merry week,
For the stories of love are the best kind to tell,
In our hearts, and our songs, may they always dwell.
[Interlude]
[Fiddle]
[Instrumental]
[Fade to End]y)
[Outro]
So we’ll sing and we’ll dance till the morning light peeks,
In this pub where we gather, week after merry week,
For the stories of love are the best kind to tell,
In our hearts, and our songs, may they always dwell.
[Interlude]
[Fiddle]
[Instrumental]
[Fade to End]
