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The Elders Celtic
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Banshee Cry
I walk in the door a call from my friend
Tall tale the legend never ends
I hear the fear in his voice I think he gone so crazy
I enter the room the panic in his eye
The Banshee wail her spirit in the sky
A shrouded figure with a veil flying in the Moonlight
We all know the story told a whispered voice
We hear the Banshee cry
Is she a beauty or a raddled old Hag
A beautiful princess or one eyeball in a bag
Your name is Kavanagh, O'Toole
O'Brian, O'Neil or O'Grady
There's something wrong let the roll call begin
A saggy sleepy eye blood red from dry Gin
I said all is well all is well
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We all know the story told a whispered voice
We hear the Banshee cry
I'm walking home on Sunday night
The rain is soft upon my face
The moon was full and dancing with the trees
The blinding light I turn in fright
And all you can do is run away
The fiddler in his chair one more tune
Phantom orchestra he'll dance with the moon
We hear a Madrigal of voice
His soul will now take a long journey
We all know the story told a whispered voice
We hear the Banshee cry
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