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Doolin
Doolin (Irish: Dúlainn) is a coastal village in County Clare, Ireland, on the Atlantic coast. It borders the spa town of Lisdoonvarna. It is a noted centre of traditional Irish music, which is played nightly in its pubs, making it a popular tourist destination. There are numerous nearby archaeological sites, many dating to the Iron Age and earlier. Doonagore Castle and Ballinalacken Castle are also in the area.
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The scattered village of Doolin comprises three parts along with a harbour:
The Aille River runs from the hills of the Burren down past Doolin to meet the sea. The small Crab Island is a short distance out from Doolin Harbour, barren except for the remains of a 19th-century stone constabulary outpost.
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by: Paddy Goes To HolyheadHalfpints of Smithwick´s and boys from Dungannon
Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran
Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers
A glen of a broken heart
A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher
Singing songs of Pete John for a musical preacher
9 Germans beating their pour brandnew bodhráns
No chance for a Gaelic harp
The grasses still grow and the waters flow
And the winds of the west they do roar
The wild whippin´ rain and the ragin´ main
Are knockin´ on Éireann´s green shore
The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs
There´s magic and peace in the air
Take me away to Doolin Bay
To the pride of the sweet County Clare
Cheap Fish and Chips in the night near an old bridge
Reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs
There are 4 who share the room in the "Rainbow"
Time is not ticking away
Beautiful sights down the high Cliffs Of Moher
Green grow the rashes and black is the color
Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud:
"Weather will improve day by day!"
The grasses still grow and the waters flow
And the winds of the west they do roar
The wild whippin´ rain and the ragin´ main
Are knockin´ on Éireann´s green shore
The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs
There´s magic and peace in the air
Take me away to Doolin Bay
To the pride of the sweet County Clare
Time is up at half past eleven, 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven
It´s 10 years ago I made up my way, so - please take me back to the bay
The grasses still grow and the waters flow
And the winds of the west they do roar
The wild whippin´ rain and the ragin´ main
Are knockin´ on Éireann´s green shore
The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs
There´s magic and peace in the air
Take me away to Doolin Bay
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