The Pirate Queen old Grainne Uaile used rule the ancient seas. And plunder riches wealth and Gold from Ireland's enemies A tyrant of the merchant ships she pioneered a style Among the islands plentiful and the Irish mist she'd hide. Down through the generations since that golden age 'till now The devils own disciples seemed to linger on somehow Be careful if you trawl the coast and nets at sea you lay. For there's highway men in Ireland and there's pirates in Clew bay. No swashbuckling heros charge No jolly rogers fly No Wooden leg or parrots perched No patch upon one eye. But forgotten villains way of old have never gone away, for.. There's highway men in Ireland And there's pirates in Clew Bay. And although your fish are plentiful for the waters can provide Be wary of the hungry men who will plunder in the night The Wanderly and Tommy Joe will fill their oyster bag And the only thing you're left with, bottles and crippled crabs. Now tales of plundering pillage are a part of history Round Mayo's coast for centuries the scourge upon our seas. The protégé's of ancient arts, that once was grainne uaile There's highway men in Ireland And there's pirates in Clew Bay. No swashbuckling heros charge No jolly rogers fly No Wooden leg or parrots perched No patch upon one eye. But forgotten villains way of old have never gone away, for.. There's highway men in Ireland And there's pirates in Clew Bay.
