Paroles At the ceili Celtic Woman

At the ceili

Tonight weÂ’re going to meet some lads
As girls who dressed up gaily
And weÂ’ll be dancing till the dawn
WeÂ’re going to the CÃili

The lads they come from miles around
From Venice and Comaley
To show us all their fancy steps
WeÂ’re going to the CÃili

TheyÂ’re playing tunes on everything
From pipes to ukulele
It sounds so good you canÂ’t sit down
WeÂ’re dancing at the CÃili

All the boys we love so well
So handsome, young and charming
TheyÂ’re in New York and Boston now
They should be home here farming
My own true love has sailed away
To be an endless rover
Cause times are tough and he will save
To start a new life over

He writes me letters every week
To say how much heÂ’s slavinÂ’
And he promises that heÂ’ll be back
Before the hay needs savinÂ’
But itÂ’s hard to love somebody
That youÂ’re not in touch with daily
So IÂ’m looking for somebody new
Tonight down at the CÃili

The winter nights are long and hard
And time goes by so slowly
I wish my true love he was here
And in his arms IÂ’d go
HeÂ’d whisper tender words of love to me
And kiss my lips so sweetly
And quickly IÂ’d surrender to
His manly charms completely

He writes me letters every week
To say how much heÂ’s slavinÂ’
And he promises that heÂ’ll be back
Before the hay needs savinÂ’
But itÂ’s hard to love somebody
That youÂ’re not in touch with daily
So IÂ’m looking for somebody new
Tonight down at the CÃili
So IÂ’m looking for somebody new
Tonight down at the CÃili

I only need someone tonight
WhoÂ’ll make my heart beat fast
A handsome man with laughing eyes
Who smiles as he walks past
The harp may play in old time worlds
HeÂ’ll twirl me round the floor
HeÂ’ll promise me that I will be
His girl forevermore
His girl forevermore
His girl forevermore
HeÂ’ll promise me that I will be
His girl forevermore

IÂ’m somewhat ill and bothered
That is really quite alarming
I have two lads pursuing me
And each of them is charming
One of them is dark and poor
One fair with lots of money
I donÂ’t know which one to choose
The flower or the honey

What on earth am I to do
ItÂ’s driving me half crazy
Tonight IÂ’ll make my mind up
When I see them at the CÃili

To be a poor manÂ’s wife will be
A life of washin' dishes
When a rich manÂ’s wife will surely have
Great luxury and riches

In comfort how I know
It wouldnÂ’t be too hard to wallow
And being poor is not much fun;
Which one should I follow?

What on earth am I to do
ItÂ’s driving me half crazy
Tonight IÂ’ll make my mind up
When I see them at the CÃili:

IÂ’ve been lucky IÂ’ve found a lad whoÂ’s handsome and a neighbor

And me IÂ’ve met a decent man whoÂ’s friendship I will savor

And me IÂ’ve made my choice as well and in no way was it easy
But IÂ’d rather have a man for love
Then to be a rich manÂ’s lady

And that is how the story ends
Be true and never fail me
We got ourselves three men tonight
And we met them at the CÃili