St Brendans Voyage
Christy Moore
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D A boat sailed out of Brandon in_theG D year of five o oneD ’twas a damp and dirty mornin’G A Brendan’s voyage it begun.D Tired of thinnin’ turnips andG D cuttin’ curley kale When he got back from the creameryA D he hoisted up the sail. He ploughed a lonely furrow to theG D north, south, east and westD G Of all the navigators, St. BrendanA was the best.D When he ran out of candles he wasG D forced to make a stop,D He tied up in Long Island and putA D America on the map.G D Did you know that Honolulu was found by a Kerryman,A A7 Who went on to find Australia thenDsus2 D China and Japan.G D When he was touchin’ 70, he began to miss the crack,A Turnin’ to his albatross sez heD “I’m headin’ back”. [Chorus]G D “Is it right or left for Gibraltar”A “and What tack do I take for MizenD Head?”G “I’d love to settle down nearD Ventry Harbour”,A St. Brendan to his albatross heD said. [Verse]D To make it fast he bent the mastG D and built up mighty steam.G Around Terra del Fuego and up theA warm Gulf Stream,Continues after the adD He crossed the last horizon, Mt.G D Brandon came in sight And when he cleared the customs intoA D Dingle for the night.G When he got the Cordon Bleu heD went to douse the drought,A A7 He headed west to Crozier’s toDsus2 D murder pints of stoutG D Around by Ballyferriter and up the Conor Pass He freewheeled into Brandon, theA D saint was home at last. [Chorus]G D “Is it right or left for Gibraltar”A “and What tack do I take for MizenD Head?”G “I’d love to settle down nearD Ventry Harbour”,A St. Brendan to his albatross heD said. [Verse]D The entire population came (281)G D the place was chock-a-block Love nor money wouldn’t get yourG A nose inside the shop.D The fishermen hauled up their nets,G D the farmers left their hay, Kerry people know that saints don’tA D turn up every day.G Everythin’ was goin’ great ’tilD Brendan did announceA A7 His reason for returnin’ was toDsus2 D try and set up house.G D The girls were flabbergasted at St. Brendan’s neck To seek a wife so late in life andA D him a total wreck. [Chorus]G D “Is it right or left for Gibraltar”A “and What tack do I take for MizenD Head?”G “I’d love to settle down nearD Ventry Harbour”,A St. Brendan to his albatross heD said. [Verse]D G Worn down by rejection thatD pierced his humble pride, “Begod”, sez Brendan “If I run I’llG A surely catch the tide”D G Turnin’ on his sandals he madeD straight for the docksA And haulin’ up his anchor he castD off from the rocks.G As he sailed past InismhicheallainD there stood the albatrossA A7 “I knew you’d never stick it out,Dsus2 D ’tis great to see you boss”G “I’m bailin’ out” sez Brendan, “ID badly need a break A fortnight is about as much as anyA D aul saint could take.” [Chorus] x 2G D “Is it right or left for Gibraltar”A “and What tack do I take for MizenD Head?”G “I’d love to settle down nearD Ventry Harbour”,A St. Brendan to his albatross heD said.
