“Any bit a matchmaking going on inside?” I ask the bouncer outside The Matchmaker (bar) and he denies, says that Willie’s not about but that he’s probably up in the Hydro (hotel).
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
So, on I go and look up there but Willie Daly I find nowhere and they tell me he’s down in The Matchmaker (from where I just came).
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Back I go but my search is in vain but it’s nice to be back again and I meet a man that looks a bit like Christy Moore.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
The guitar man plays Lisdoonvarna and some folks are jiving on the dance floor.
After a time I leave The Matchmaker (bar), check out The Ritz, and finally land in the Ravine (hotel).
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Some characters are playing a bit of music, the barmaid lashes out free MiWadis to me, she’s nice and so I strike up a bit of a conversation.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
On learning the lady was married with kids I ask if Willie was the man responsible for her romance.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
“Oh, I was married long before I knew anything about Willie,” she says.
“Like a good Catholic girl,” I reply, and we both chuckle.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
I search high and low, up and down, but nowhere can I find the elusive Willie Daly.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Hours go by and I feel like I could cry, but then I head up to Derek Ryan, who’s playing in a marquee at the sports ground up the road, for a spot a dancing.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
My spirits back up high, I resolve to have one more try and I head on back down to the Matchmaker (bar).
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lo-and-behold I see the man himself and I enquire as to the magic of his profession.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
“Sometimes people get a bit drunk and they come to me to find a wife,” he jokes.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
He’s approached by young men who seek a laying hen and while they wait they sip a few beers.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
His angelic assistant fills me in on much details as Willie Daly himself is in high demand.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
His book of love is 150 years old and is full of romances of which Hollywood has never told.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Before long, out the door I’m gone, and I get reflective as I drive away.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
What I really want is a rich widow so I must come back and see Willie Daly again another day.
Oh, Lisdoonvarna, ah Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon-varna.
*Lyrics used without permission of Christy Moore. But I’m sure he won’t mind. He’s a sound fella.
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lol very good. I like the innuendo…. I must dig out my christy cd
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Haha. I’ve been listening to him since on Spotify.
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