LYRIC FOR SALE

By The Best Crazy Carpenter

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In Ireland roads are rarely straight,
They twist and turn, adjust to fate.
A fairy tree stood firm and proud –
The builders simply went around!

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But driving 'round that fairy shrine,
You might just miss the road's thin line.
And if you land in ditch so deep –
Rejoice! Your luck is on a sweep!

[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!

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The Irish folk will always stop,
Be it hill or forest top.
They’ll pull you out with rope or charm,
And cheer you up with country charm.

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And ditches here, they’re rarely seen,
Like lilac’s leaf that shows up clean –
The fifth one, rare, a lucky sign,
So falling in? That's fate divine!

[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!

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If you’ve found the ditch — the lucky kind,
With lilac's charm so hard to find —
Then head on down to the local pub,
You'll hear the news and maybe a job!

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But if you wear an Aran knit,
With every swirl and woven bit –
That’s your business card, no lie!
The doors will open, far and wide!

[Chorus]
With Aran knit and woolly charm,
A twisty road brings you no harm.
Just greet the tree, and nod with grace –
There’s fairy luck in every place!

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Invited in, then fed and cheered,
In every pub once thought austere.
With wool, good luck and Irish smile –
It’s easy staying for a while!

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But if you missed that lucky ditch,
And didn’t feel the fairy switch –
Then all I say, with fond display:
“Slán abhaile” – be on your way!