The Dancing Pint Lyrics

Find a place to play in Dingle Bay

And we see the bright blue bar

Find displayed right in the window bay

Is a rusty old guitar

Went inside to ask the owner

Is it free to use

He says it's our session loaner

If you can get the thing in tune

Then Luke comes with his banjo

Sets the rules and the pace

If there's a tune you don't know

Kindly sit it out and wait

In Neligans a song begins

Glasses in the air

The smell of Guinness pouring in

As people hush and stare

Then they grin they're taken in

And start a drumming beat

Tables spin and it's coming

From the rhythm of their feet

And the dancing pints sway round and round

and never fall to to the floor

And the clapping hands and voices sounding

far beyond the shore

Proudly singing songs of home

Round the swinging microphone

There's Brendan with his squeeze box

Takes to pumping up the crowd

The laughter spreads when he walks

Telling stories all around

With his fiddle young Jack enters

Such passion when he plays

But he also joins the banter

And the jokes about his age

When he listens to my accent

His face lights up with glee

Though I'm not old enough to have it

Let's hear Tennessee Whiskey

In Neligans a song begins

Glasses in the air

The smell of Guinness pouring in

As people hush and stare

Then they grin they're taken in

And start a drumming beat

Tables spin and it's coming

From the rhythm of their feet

And the dancing pints sway round and round

And the clapping hands and voices sounding

far beyond the shore

Proudly singing songs of home

Round the swinging microphone

When a Frenchman hears the flute play

From the stunning Caroline

He's reminded of the old days

Tears form in his eyes

Now sitting in the corner,

One last player hides

Instrument appears from nowhere

Much to everyone's surprise

When Kathlynn plucks her harp strings

You'll never see a frown

The sound tugs at your heart strings

Singing Star of the County Down

In Neligans a song begins

Glasses in the air

The smell of Guinness pouring in

As people hush and stare

Then they grin they're taken in

And start a drumming beat

Tables spin and it's coming

From the rhythm of their feet

And the dancing pints sway round and round

And the clapping hands and voices sounding

far beyond the shore

Proudly singing songs of home

Round the swinging microphone

When you find yourself in Dingle Bay

Just look for the bright blue bar

There is magic in that window bay

If you come from near or far