Lambay -

The sea is quite rough

We’ll sail out around Lambay

Untie the tight lines

It’s time to heave away

The sun is quite high

The deck slowly drying

Hoist up the big white sail

Let the wind be flying

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

All around Lambay

All around Lambay

Out from the Skerries shore

Into the words of Yeats

Past Shenicks Island

Where the wave dictates

We’ll glide over shipwrecks

And the souls that rise

From the untold story

Of Tayleur’s demise

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

All around Lambay

All around Lambay

We may see rock roos

Wild red necked wallabies

Scuffle 'long grassy hills

Far from the Tazzie seas

On this ancient east coast

From the very first day

The first sailors sailed

Like today around Lambay

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

We’ll put to sea

We’ll sing a shanty

Let the wind guide me

All around Lambay

All around Lambay

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

All around Lambay

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

All around Lambay

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

All around Lambay

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

We’ll put to sea

All around Lambay

We’ll put to sea around Lambay

All around Lambay

We’ll sail out around Lambay