Refrain: (Farmer in the Dell)
We're slogging through the bog
We're slogging through the bog
Hi Ho the Kerry-O
We're slogging through the bog
(Tip toe Through the Tulips)
Leap frog through the peat bog
Through the peat bog
Won't you come to tea
and leap frog through the peat bog with me
And then we'll scramble through the bramble
As we ramble o'er the rocks and lea
Come scramble through the bramble with me.
(Rule Britannia)
When Wayfarer's first emerged from the bog
and marched across the rugged hills of green
And marched and marched and marched across the hills of green
Down in the valley shrouded in the fog
the gleam of shining white could just be seen
Hail Antonia, Antonia with the van
Bringing cheer and comfort to the clan (repeat)
(Marching to Pretoria)
We are driving with Antonia, Antonia, Antonia
We are driving with Antonia Antonia knows the way
EXCEPT TODAY!
(She'll be comin' 'round the mountain)
Oh we're climbing up the mountain to the sea
Oh we're climbing up the mountain to the sea
Oh there is no rhyme or reason
any day in any season
We are climing up the mountain to the sea
Refrain (Farmer in the Dell)
We're slogging through the bog
We're slogging through the bog
Hi Ho the Kerry-O
We're slogging through the bog (repeat)
(My Bonnie lies over the ocean)
Oh where Oh where is my passport?
In Killarney? Kenmare? or Waterville?
Did it drop in a well at the Staigue Fort?
Oh where did I leave my passport?
Bring back, Bring back
Oh bring back my passport to me, to me
Bring back, Bring back
Oh bring back my passport to me.
(My wild Irish Rose)
My sore Irish toes
Where my blister grows
My knees they are weak
My bones how they creak
Yet on Alan goes.
My muscles are so sore
I shan't walk one step more
Yet Alan just smiles
As he leaps over stiles
And enchants us with more Celtic lore.
"It's just a wee bit more"
YEAH! We've heard that line before
But follow we will
Through the bogs, o'er the hills
Until we collapse on the floor.
My boots are filled with water
My knees won't bend like the oughter
My muscles all ache
My thirst I must slake
With something much stronger than water!
Yet though my body's sore
This trip I just adore
The green of the hill
fills my heart with such thrill
That each morning I'm right back for more.
Refrain (Farmer in the Dell)
We're slogging through the bog
We're slogging through the bog
Hi Ho the Kerry-O
We're slogging through the bog (repeat)
(Toora - Loora)
Toora Loora Loora, Toora Loora Lie
Alan and Antoinia It's hard to say goodbye
This walk has been a treasure
So sunny warm and dry
We thank you for such pleasure
As we bit a fond goodbye.
SLAN CHA
