Lyrics

You'd wanna be mad to go swimming in the river But this summer I've been swimming in the river In the sacred waters of the River Lee, and I have been washed clean And I have been set free I have dived into the Hell-hole Underneath the sycamore tree And I have come back to tell the tale That I have swam in the sacred waters of the River Lee And that I have been washed clean And I have been set free And I don't need no church made out of stone I have swam with the ghosts in Inniscara graveyard And I have emerged once again, totally unharmed Unscathed, a few gray hairs alright like But I have bathed in the Sacred Holy waters of the River Lee And I have been washed clean, and I have been set free I have dived into the lake in Gúgán Barra And swam with the monster; the she-serpent Lugh Who whipped the Holy Chalice out of the saint's hand long 'go The Luneen! She broke through the rock and she formed the River Lee I have swam with the monster in Gúgán Barra Lake and I have emerged unscathed I have come back to tell the tale; that I have bathed in the Sacred Holy waters of the River Lee And that I have been washed clean, and I have been set free And I don't need no Church made of stone I have gone out the Lee Fields, beyond the dinosaur To the old men who go there every day And they says to me Johnny boy! they says Come with us! We walks up and we floats down! And they does, they does, but I says Lads I'm not going with yee! Gimme another ten or fifteen years But as I breathe, if I live to tell the tale, I hope to go out and be One of them old men who goes there everyday They walks up and they floats down! And they does Because I have bathed in the sacred holy waters of the River Lee And I have been washed clean, and I have been set free And I don't need no church made out of stone And I don't need no cult of priests from Rome I would like to mention some of the beautiful rivers That pour their tribute into the River Lee The Owengarbh, The Shournagh, The Martin The Dripsey, The Sullán, the only male river in Ireland That claims a victim every seven years "Is mise an Sulán fada, fireann. Anois an t-am, cá bhfuil an duine Because I have bathed in the sacred waters of the River Lee And I have been washed clean, and I have been set free
Writer(s): John Mary Spillane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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