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Continental Ceilidh lyrics and guitar chords

Irish folk singer / songwriter Christy Moore recorded Continental Ceilidh, 4/4 timing in the key of C Major. The chords are the work of Marc Fahrbach. Written by Johnny Mulhearn [ who also wrote Mattie Song ]and Christy Moore [ songs ]. This is one of my favorite songs ever from Christy. A classic song.

Over in Mc(C)Cann's there's a grand type of dance band a'playin'
And they're spinning out the continental ceilidh
They're comin' in their cars from the bars
Over in Leister and Killane
Just to hear the famous Gunter Reynolds playing
(F)Out the star of Munster with Hans O'Donahue
Neatly rappin' out a tango on the (C)spoons
Such commotion will act like a lotion on the struttin'
At the continental (G)ceilidh to(C)night.
 
Wolfgang's (C)playin' on the comb someone shouts at him: "go home!"
Klaus is playin' a slow air on the bodran
Quinn from Corofin his fiddle tucked beneath his chin S-s-h-h
He's goin' to play the "Bogs of Oranmore" now
An (F)old fashioned lady begins to sing a song
Ah, lads, a bit of order over (C)there
Clarinbridge for the chowder keep your powder dry
At the continental (G)ceilidh to(C)night.
 
Ciaran (G)closes his eye's pretends he's in disguise
When (F)he sees an old flame comin (C)over
He's singing for the (G)Swedes in their tweeds
Doin' all he can to please
The (F)night's at such a delicate (D)stage
Later (G)on he'll give an audience to one of them or two
He'll (F)sing the Dyin' Swan to touch their (C)feelin's
To(D)night's his night and tomorrow night will be just the (G)same.
 
Ada let me (C)out to the bar where the boys are goin' far
And they're spinnin' out the continental ceili
Never mind the liquor the music's in my soul
So long as I can hear the band a'playin'
The (F)pipes and the flutes and the fiddles are in tune
Whoo, I'd love to meet a European (C)girl
Ada now me head is goin' light and the band is playin' tight
At the continental (G)ceilidh to(C)night.
 
All the (G)publicans are there it's like a hirin' fair
Tryin' to (F)figure out how much McCann is (C)makin'
To keep their (G)pubs outta stubs, they're lashin' out big subs
In a (F)burst of fierce antici(D)pation
Moguls (G)from Mukhill are starin' at the till
(F)Tryin' to get a low down on the (C)line up
They'll be (D)buyin' free porter for members of the band
At the continental ceilidh to(G)night.

Lyrics Without The Chords
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Over in McCann's there's a grand type of dance band a'playin'

And they're spinning out the continental ceilidh

They're comin' in their cars from the bars

Over in Leister and Killane

Just to hear the famous Gunter Reynolds playing

Out the star of Munster with Hans O'Donahue

Neatly rappin' out a tango on the spoons

Such commotion will act like a lotion on the struttin'

At the continental ceilidh tonight.

 

Wolfgang's playin' on the comb someone shouts at him: "go home!"

Klaus is playin' a slow air on the bodran

Quinn from Corofin his fiddle tucked beneath his chin S-s-h-h

He's goin' to play the "Bogs of Oranmore" now

An old fashioned lady begins to sing a song

Ah, lads, a bit of order over there

Clarinbridge for the chowder keep your powder dry

At the continental ceilidh tonight.

 

Ciaran closes his eye's pretends he's in disguise

When he sees an old flame comin over

He's singing for the Swedes in their tweeds

Doin' all he can to please

The night's at such a delicate stage

Later on he'll give an audience to one of them or two

He'll sing the Dyin' Swan to touch their feelin's

Tonight's his night and tomorrow night will be just the same.

 

Ada let me out to the bar where the boys are goin' far

And they're spinnin' out the continental ceili

Never mind the liquor the music's in my soul

So long as I can hear the band a'playin'

The pipes and the flutes and the fiddles are in tune

Whoo, I'd love to meet a European girl

Ada now me head is goin' light and the band is playin' tight

At the continental ceilidh tonight.

 

All the publicans are there it's like a hirin' fair

Tryin' to figure out how much McCann is makin'

To keep their pubs outta stubs, they're lashin' out big subs

In a burst of fierce anticipation

Moguls from Mukhill are starin' at the till

Tryin' to get a low down on the line up

They'll be buyin' free porter for members of the band

At the continental ceilidh tonight.

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