Celtic Woman: At the ceili

Tonight were going to meet some ladsUs girls are dressed up gailyWell all be dancing til the dawnWere going to the ceiliThe lads they come from miles aroundFrom Ennis and KilmaleyTo show us all their fancy stepsWere going to the ceiliTheyre planning tunes on everything From pipes to ukuleleIt sounds so good you cant sit downWere dancing at the ceiliAll the boys we loved so wellSo handsome young and charmingTheyre in New York and Boston nowThey should be home here farmingMy own true love has sailed away To be an endless roverCos times are tough and he must leaveTo start a new life overHe writes me letters every week To say how much hes slavingAnd he promises that hell be backBefore the hay needs savingBut its hard to love somebodyThat youre not in touch with dailySo Im looking for somebody new Tonight down at the ceiliThe winter nights are long and hardAnd time goes by so slowlyI wish my true lover he was hereAnd in his arms Id rollHed whisper tender words of love to meAnd kiss my lips so sweetly And quickly Id surrender to his manly charms completelyHe writes me letters every week To say how much hes slavingAnd he promises that hell be backBefore the hay needs savingBut its hard to love somebodyThat youre not in touch with dailySo Im looking for somebody new Tonight down at the ceiliI hope I meet someone tonightWholl make my heart beat fastA handsome man with laughing eyesWho smiles as he walks pastAnd when they play an old-time waltzHell twirl me round the floorAnd promise me that I will be His girl forever moreHis girl forever moreHis girl forever moreWholl promise me that I will beHis girl forever moreIm somewhat in a botherThat is really quite alarmingI have two lads pursuing meAnd each of them is charmingOne of them is dark and poorOne fair with lots of moneyI dont know which one to chooseThe flower of the honeyWhat on earth am I to doIts driving me half crazyTonight Ill make my mind upWhen I see them at the ceiliTo be a poor mans wifeWill be a life of washing dishesWhile a rich mans wife will surely have Great luxury and richesIn comfort how I knowIt wouldnt bee too hard to wallowAnd being poor is not much funOn which one should I followWhat on earth am I to doIts driving me half crazyTonight Ill make my mind upWhen I see them at the ceiliIve been lucky Ive found a lad Whos handsome and a neighbourAnd me, Ive met a decent manWhose friendship I will savourAnd me I made my choice as wellAnd in no way was it aisyBut Id rather have a man for loveThan be a rich mans ladyAnd that is how the story endsMay true love never fail meWe got ourselves three men tonightAnd we met them at the ceili