Smokie Celtic Days song lyrics

In a smoke filled room in a back ally bar

with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised

Those were my Celtic days

My second hand shoes aint got no value

But a part ime job

will bring in what I need

coz my school books I had to steal or borrow

so my school days, were few and far between

In a smoke filled room in back ally bar

with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar

the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised

those were my Celtic days

Lismoe-ahan somedays would seem so empty

We'd watch the longboats bringing

in the grain

We three brothers

sitting down and plans aplenty

the end result we

all agreed would be the same

In a smoke filled room in back ally bar

with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar

the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised

those were my Celtic days

The three of us somehow we made

the distance

The rolling hills afar the sea is getting near

The war is over work is what we're seeking

not long now we'll

be sat down sipping bear

In a smoke filled room in back ally bar...