Knock Song

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At the early age of thirty-eight 
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Me mother said ‘Go West!’
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‘Get up, ‘ says she. ‘and get a 
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job’. Says I, ‘I’ll do my best’
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I pulled on me Wellingtons to 
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march to Kiltimagh
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But I took a wrong turn in 
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Charlestown and ended up in Knock

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Oh once this quiet crossroads was
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 a place of gentle prayer
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Where Catholics got indulgent once
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 or twice a year.
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You could buy a pair of rosary 
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beads or get your candles blessed
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If you had a guilty conscience you
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 could get it off your chest.

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Then came the priest form Partry 
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father Horan was his name
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And since he’s been appointed 
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Knock has never been the same.
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‘Begod,’ says Jem, ’tis eighty 
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years since Mary was adout.’
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‘Tis time for another miracle.’ 
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and he blew the candle out.


[Chorus]
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From Fatima to Bethlehem, from 
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Lourdes to Kiltimagh,
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There’s never been a miracle like
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 the airport up in Knock



Continúa después del anuncio
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To establish terra firma he draw 
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up a ten year plan
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And started running dances around 
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1961.
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He built a fantabulous church, 
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Go h-álainn, on the holy ground
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And once he had a focal point he 
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started to expand

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Chip shops and Bed and Breakfasts
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 sprung up over night.
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Once a place for quiet retreats 
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now a holy sight.
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All sorts of fancy restaurants 
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for every race and creed
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Where black and white and yellow 
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pilgrims all could get a feed

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The stalls once under canvas 
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became religious supermarts
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With such a range o’ godly goods, 
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they had top twenty charts.
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While the airport opposition was
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 destroyed by James’ trump card.
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For centenary celebrations he got
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 John Paul the twenty-third


[Chorus]
G              D            
From Fatima to Bethlehem, from 
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Lourdes to Kiltimagh,
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There’s never been a miracle like
           D
 the airport up in Knock



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‘We had the Blessed virgin here,’
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 Bold Jamesie did declare,
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‘And Pope John Paul the 
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twenty-third appeared just over 
there.’
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‘Now do you mean to tell me’, he
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 said in total shock,

‘That I am not entitled to an 
airport here in Knock.’

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TD’s were lobbied and harassed 
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with talk of promised votes
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And people who’d been loyal for 
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years now spoke of changing coats.
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Eternal damnation was threatened
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 on the flock
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Who said it was abortive building
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 airports up in Knock

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Now everyone is happy the miracle
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 is complete.
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Father Horan’s got his runway, 
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it’s eighteen thousand feet
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All sorts of planes could land 
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there, of that there’s little doubt,
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handy for the George Bush to keep
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 knock Gadaffi out.

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Did NATO donate, me boys, did 
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NATO donate the dough?
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Did NATO donate, me Girls, did 
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NATO donate the dough?
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Did NATO donate the dough, the 
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dough, did NATO donate the dough?
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Eighteen thousand feet of runway 
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is an awful long way to go.