歌词
(Verse 1)
In the heart of County Kerry, where the shamrocks often grow,
Lived a man they called Black-Nosed Jack, a legend long ago.
He'd wander through the moorlands with a whistle and a tune,
But folks would always notice how his nose was black as gloom.
(Chorus)
Oh, the lads and lasses gathered when Jack would tell his tales,
From the hills of Connemara to the shores of Dingle's gales.
With a pint and hearty laughter, they'd join the ceili dance,
For Jack with his black nose could hold them in a trance.
(Verse 2)
Some say it was the whiskey that had stained his nose so dark,
Others claimed a banshee gave him that peculiar mark.
But Jack would never answer, he'd just laugh and sing a song,
With a lilt that charmed the fairies and a voice that was so strong.
(Chorus)
Oh, the lads and lasses gathered when Jack would tell his tales,
From the hills of Connemara to the shores of Dingle's gales.
With a pint and hearty laughter, they'd join the ceili dance,
For Jack with his black nose could hold them in a trance.
[Digital art - Two ginger man holding beer]
(Verse 3)
Through the green fields of Killarney, where the heather gently waves,
Jack would spin his stories about heroes and their graves.
He'd talk of ancient castles and the battles they had seen,
But his black nose was the mystery that none could yet demean.
(Chorus)
Oh, the lads and lasses gathered when Jack would tell his tales,
From the hills of Connemara to the shores of Dingle's gales.
With a pint and hearty laughter, they'd join the ceili dance,
For Jack with his black nose could hold them in a trance.
(Verse 4)
Now the years have passed like shadows and the village has grown still,
But the spirit of Black-Nosed Jack lingers in the hills.
When the wind blows through the heather, and the night is deep and dark,
You can hear his ghostly whistle and the echo of his laugh.
(Chorus)
Oh, the lads and lasses gathered when Jack would tell his tales,
From the hills of Connemara to the shores of Dingle's gales.
With a pint and hearty laughter, they'd join the ceili dance,
For Jack with his black nose could hold them in a trance.
(Outro)
So raise a glass to Jack, lads, and remember all his cheer,
Though he's gone from County Kerry, his stories are still here!
(Verse 4)
Now the years have passed like shadows and the village has grown still,
But the spirit of Black-Nosed Jack lingers in the hills.
When the wind blows through the heather, and the night is deep and dark,
You can hear his ghostly whistle and the echo of his laugh.
(Chorus)
Oh, the lads and lasses gathered when Jack would tell his tales,
From the hills of Connemara to the shores of Dingle's gales.
With a pint and hearty laughter, they'd join the ceili dance,
For Jack with his black nose could hold them in a trance.
(Outro)
So raise a glass to Jack, lads, and remember all his cheer,
Though he's gone from County Kerry, his stories are stil here.
