Land of the Dinky Stool

caught the tail of a dream down the ol' jet stream

left Greenland and Iceland be

we flew all night till we did alight

on the Emerald in the sea

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strolled into a bar with a junker guitar

I was polishin’ into a jewel

took it out of the case with a smile on me face

as I sat on a dinky stool

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yes I parked me arse on a wee wood horse

on a quadrupod of pine

‘twas there I found, ‘bout a foot off the ground,

all the happiest hearts entwined

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I was high as a kite, at a hobbit’s height

and a foot-tappin’ altitude

where the soundhole sang and the ripples rang

through the musical multitude

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‘twas the Spirit o’ Mirth, spillin’ out of the Earth

in a beautiful golden pool

and it felt so sweet, lappin' at me feet

in The Land of the Dinky Stool

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from O’Sullivan’s Bay up to Ballinay

and across to the Doovlin school

sure I must be mad, what a blast we had

in The Land of the Dinky Stool

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there we sat for a spell with dear Mick Lavelle

in a pub called Matt Molloy's

and he'd call us to sing as we sat in a ring

takin’ turns at the helm of joy

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‘twas a rip and a roar on the Clew Bay shore

till we got hijacked by John

and disturbed the peace till the wild Wild Geese

packed it up at the break of dawn

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adventure grins from the big Twelve Pins

on a spin with Monsieur Philippe

rhododendrons twist Connemaran mist

into turf smoke from the deep

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well I framed me a poem when I got back home

by me pal name o' Wylie Norm

diggin' every word that we sang like a Byrd

from a soul of a kindred form

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from Kenmare Bay up to Ballinay

and across Middle Earth to Narnia

sure I'll raise a toast to the other Left Coast

of a nice little California

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so I’m on and on like a leprechaun

and a goofy old ramblin’ fool

but me spirit chimes every time it rhymes

with The Land of the Dinky Stool

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well I cried and I cried, and I cried some more

and I cried cause I’m happy too

and I cried all the way back to Ioway

from The Land of the Dinky Stool

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from O’Sullivan’s Bay up to Ballinay

and across to the Doovlin school

sure I must be mad, what a blast we had

in The Land of the Dinky Stool

(words and music ©️2010 by Michael Scott Langley)