Come for a trip on Uncle Nobby's steamboat
Where you can hide your worries
On a high float and we'll take a trip
To leprechauns and shamrocks
And hide our minds and troubles for a while

And we're goin' where the
Grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory

Captain Bluebeard gives a smile at the
Gangway side to meet you
The first mate by his side
With a work card if he needs you
They take you to your berth
Your cabin is cool and cosy
Full steam ahead, we're ready for to go

And we're goin' where the
Grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory

Bring on the dancing girls the
Show is now in motion
The choo-choo train is gone
It's halfway through the mountain
The fairies and the witch
The banshee's drinking brandy
Uncle Nobby: at last, he's in command

And we're goin' where the
Grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory

Now we're off to Tir na nÓg
The goddess of love is Gráinne
Cuchalainn can't get in
In his coat he has no Fáinne
The leprechauns go by in
A twinkling mystic vision
The shamrock lies a-mourning in the grave

And we're goin' where the
Grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory

And we're goin' where the
Grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory

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