Lyrics

It was coming up on quarter past two
On a night as black as stout
Walking down the Connemara road
A drop of whiskey on my lips to keep the cold out
When high on the hillside a flickering light
Led me off the highway and into the night
It was coming up on quarter past two
My head was thick with stout

Then as quick as you can whistle a tune
I had my feet atop that hill
There I found her in a circle of stone
A fire burning off the cool September chill
She was dressed all in garments of shimmering shear
Which much to my wondering eyes disappeared
Then as quick as you can whistle a tune
I had my feet in deeper still

I'm probably going to regret meeting Mairghread

Then as sure as I'm standing before you
She burst into song
And she danced about and tempted me sorely
But still I resisted, God-fearing and strong
˜til she settled herself there astride of my knee
And proceeded to Rum-Tiddle-Dum-Tiddle-Dee
Then as sure as I am standing before you
I did sing along

I'm probably going to regret meeting Mairghread

Well a sorrier gentleman waking
You never did see
With a headache and half a mile home
Stretching out like a gauntlet before me
I guess you can say that the bloom's off the rose
When your lady has left you and taken your clothes
With a half a mile of churchgoers waiting
Between home and me

I'm probably going to regret meeting Mairghread