There’s a Troublemaking Leprechaun in Me

HeySláinteAnother roundHey

I came in just to wet my throatWith one fine pint and an old green coatThe fiddle laughed, the whiskey flowedAnother story down the road

Old men singingYoung hearts loudEvery stranger joined the crowdThe fire dancedThe mugs were raised'Til one big fool stepped in my way

He pointed downThat's my seat

I smiledTook another sipNever let my whiskey slip

He leaned down closeHis face turned red

You heard me

That's what he said

I tipped my hatLooked him in the eyeGrinned so wide

Póg mo thóin

There's a troublemaking leprechaun in me

Raise your pintSing with mePóg mo thóin

Raise your glassHold the lineWe'll drink until the closing time

Hey

There's a troublemaking leprechaun in me

Someone laughedSomeone cheeredSomeone ordered one more beer

The fiddler smiledThe whistle playedNobody seemed the least afraid

The bartender just shook his headStill serving whiskeyStill serving bread

One old sailor winked at meThis won't end peacefully

He stepped closerBig and tallGuess he thoughtI'd surely fallI simply smiledWithout a frown

Póg mo thóin

There's a troublemaking leprechaun in meRaise your pintSing with mePóg mo thóinRaise your glassStand your groundWe'll sing before we hit the ground

Hey

There's a troublemaking leprechaun in me

The room went quietFor half a breathSomeone whisperedWho started this?

An old man raisedHis glass with prideThe little green bastardEverybody laughed

There's a troublemaking leprechaun in meRaise your pintSing with mePóg mo thóin

Bruises fadeThe songs remainWe'll laugh about it all again

Whoa-oh-oh

One more pintOne more song

The night is always far too shortThere's a troublemaking leprechaun in me

SláintePóg mo thóinHey