Kiss the Blarney Stone
[ Cally Krallman / Randy Wills ]
A boy born to the Patrick’s…
’ B’lieve they called him Shawn
His tongue was surely twisted…
For he’d ramble on and on
One day his mama told him…
We need the Blarney Stone
Not a lick of sense you speak…
A language all your own
Do day de doca de dumbo do day de doca da dee
Mu may me mopumo mumbo Mu may me mopumo me
Stay stee stockomo stumbo, stay stee stammero stee
Slur me slackamo slumbo, slur me slacka mostly
Now Shawn, he thought his mama
Was surely out of her mind..
So he went to school to learn to speak,
But words he could not find
He read the books and really tried,
When teacher called his name ...
He rose to speak , opened his mouth,
It sounded still the same
Do day de doca de dumbo do day de doca da dee
Mu may me mopumo mumbo Mu may me mopumo me
Stay stee stockomo stumbo, stay stee stammero stee
Slur me slackamo slumbo, slur me slacka mostly
Mama told him of the legend…
Of a woman ‘bout to drown
A man they called McCarthy …
Saved her from goin’ down
For reward she told a secret…
’Bout a castle with a stone…
That anyone who kissed it…
Would speak with eloquent tone
He figured there’s nothing to lose…
I’ll go ahead, what the heck…
The boy bent over backwards…
And gave the stone a peck
When he opened up his mouth…
They all listened with delight…
No more mopumo mumbo…
All the words came out just right!
CHORUS:
Now come ye all with simple hearts…Come kiss the Blarney Stone
Eloquence will come to thee…And to the world be known
Sing oh sing a joyous song…with words of worldly prose
Turn your words to poetry when you kiss the Blarney Stone
Now come ye all with simple hearts…Come kiss the Blarney Stone
Eloquence will come to thee…And to the world be known
Sing oh sing a joyous song…with words of worldly prose
Turn your words to poetry when you kiss the Blarney Stone
Turn your words to poetry when you kiss the Blarney Stone
