The Mullingar Fleadh will be never forgot
By those who were there
And by those who were not the craic
It was good and the music was grand
The jigs and the reels and
The songs of our land
There was banjos and whistles
And bodhráns and pipes
And fiddles and zithers and
Flutes of all types!

And we sang the old songs, sure
The old fashioned songs
Strike up an ol' tune and
We'll all sing along
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland

I heard the pipes played
With the magical sound
I've seen a jig danced and
They ne'er touched the ground
'Twas attended by all
Both the living and the dead
The sane and insane, sure
They all shared a bed
And Bagus and Venus, they sported and played
And the weekend extended by four to five days

And we sang the old songs, sure
The old fashioned songs
Strike up an ol' tune and
We'll all sing along
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland

And songs they were killed
Without reason or rhyme
And songs resurrected from beginnings of time
I heard a traditional rock and roll song
Some sang it right and some sang it wrong
The stories, the love songs, the old songs
The new the jigs and the reels and
The rebel songs too!

And we sang the old songs, sure
The old fashioned songs
Strike up an ol' tune and
We'll all sing along
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland

Now, here's to those who are
Dead and are gone
And here's to those who have yet to be born
And here's unto those who are living today
Here's unto those who are far, far away
And may God rest the souls of
The men dead and gone
But their songs and their music
Is still living on!

And we sang the old songs, sure
The old fashioned songs
Strike up an ol' tune and
We'll all sing along
And begob, sure, we never did know no wrong
And we sang the great songs of old Ireland