Come for a trip on Uncle Knobby's steamboat,
Where you can hide your worries on a high float;
And we'll take a trip with leprechauns and shamrocks,
To find our mind and troubles for a while.
And we're going where the grass is growing green,
To a mystic land that no one else has seen;
Where oblivion brings to mind reality,
And reality fades into a memory.
Captain Newburgh gives a smile at the gangway side to greet you,
The first mate by his side, he'll work hard if he needs to;
They'll take you to your berth, your cabin's cool and cozy,
Full steam ahead, we're ready for to go.
And we're going where the grass is growing green,
To a mystic land that no one else has seen;
Where oblivion brings to mind reality,
And reality fades into a memory.
We're off to Tír na nÓg, the goddess of love is Gráinne,
Cú Chulainn can't get in, through his coat he has no fire;
The leprechauns go by in a twinkling mystic vision,
The shamrock lays moulding in the clay.
And we're going where the grass is growing green,
To a mystic land that no one else has seen;
Where oblivion brings to mind 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 mountains;
The fairies and the witch, the banshees drinking brandy,
Uncle Knobby at last he's in command.
And we're going where the grass is growing green,
To a mystic land that no one else has seen;
Where oblivion brings to mind reality,
And reality fades into a memory.
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And we're going where the grass is growing green,
To a mystic land that no one else has seen;
Where oblivion brings to mind reality,
And reality fades into a memory.
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La la la, la la la la la la la;
La la la la, la la la la la la la,
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