Tim Martin O'Leary - The Blarney Stone

To communicate in this old world has change down through the years.
Satellites, fax machines, TV with rabbits ears.
You think that in this day of age the star is the mobile phone
But the best way to communicate, is to kiss the Blarney stone.

Oh lie down on your back and kiss it with your lips.
Hold tight you'll be all-right I have ya by the hips.
Keep your legs together, whatever the weather give me something to grab.
After kissing the old Blarney Stone you're blessed with the gift of the gab.

They come from many counties and some from the county Clare
Drivers of old yellow taxi cabs and the odd old millionaire.
Some have made their way by bus, others they have flown.
Across the big old ocean just to kiss the Blarney Stone.

Oh lie down on your back and kiss it with your lips.
Hold tight you'll be alright I have ya by the hips.
Keep your legs together, whatever the weather give me something to grab.
After kissing the old Blarney Stone you're blessed with the gift of the gab.

You'll be saying Focal Ele and Conas Ta Tu
Slante in the local pub after a pint or two
You'll talk your way to Heaven and ring St. Peter's bell
By kissing the old Blarney Stone you'll talk you way out of hell.

Oh lie down on your back and kiss it with your lips.
Hold tight you'll be alright I have ya by the hips.
Keep your legs together, whatever the weather give me something to grab.
After kissing the old Blarney Stone you're blessed with the gift of the gab.

Oh lie down on your back and kiss it with your lips.
Hold tight you'll be alright I have ya by the hips.
Keep your legs together, whatever the weather give me something to grab.
After kissing the old Blarney Stone you're blessed with the gift of the gab.

After kissing the old Blarney Stone you're blessed with the gift of the gab.

Written by:
Tim O'Leary

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