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Weren't we the rare auld stock; spent the evening getting locked
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In the Ace of Hearts where the high stools were engagin’
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It’s over the foot bridge, down to the dock, for the boat she sails at five o'clock
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Hurry up lads, says Whack, or before we're there, sure we'll all be back
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Carry him if you can - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man
Before we reached the Alexandra Base the ding-dong we did surely race
At the bar of the ship we had great sport as the boat, she sailed out from the port
Landed up in the Douglas Head, enquiring for a vacant bed
In the dining room we all got shown by a decent woman up the road
You can’t bate it, if you ken - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man
Next day we went for a ramble ‘round, saw the sights of Douglas Town
And then we went in for a mighty session at the pub they call Dick Darby's
We all got drunk by half-past three; to sober up we went swimming in the sea
Then it’s back to the digs for a spruce up while waitin' for the rosary
We all drew up our plan - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man
That night we went to the Texas Bar, and then back down by horse and car
We met Big Jim and we all went in to drink some wine at Yeats's
The Liverpool girls, it was said, were all to be met in the Douglas Head
But McShane was there in a tie and shirt; them foreign girls he was trying to flirt
Sayin': Here girls! I'm your man - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man
Whacker fancied his good looks; with the Isle of Man woman he was struck
But them Liverpool lads were by her side and they’d thrown the jar into her
Whacker thought he'd take a chance; he asked the quare one up to dance
Around the floor they stepped it out; to Whack it was no bother
Everything was goin’ to plan - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man
Well the Isle of Man girls, they fancied Whack
But your man from Mairsey with his head scuffs back
And whack! we all whacked into Whack, and Whacker landed on his back
The Polis bolsters came to dwell; landed a couple of belts as well
We all ended up in the Douglas jail until the Dublin boat did sail
They deported every man - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man
Weren't we the rare auld stock; spent the evening getting locked
In the Ace of Hearts where the high stools were engagin’
It’s over the foot bridge, down to the dock, for the boat she sails at five o'clock
Hurry up lads, says Whack, or before we're there, sure we'll all be back
Down ‘em me if you can - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle oh
Catch me if you can - the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man