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.
