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Good Morning, My Friend - The Cheeky Celt
A jolly good morning to you, my friend
The sun climbs high where the hills don't tend
The dew still fresh on the emerald grass
Let's raise our voices, let no moment pass
Sing high, sing low, we'll dance the day
Where the fiddles call and the pipes will play
A happy heart's the best to lend
Good morning, good morning, my dear old friend
The sheep are grazing, the streams run clear
The lark is singing for all to hear
The tavern doors will soon swing wide
But first, the fields and the countryside
Sing high, sing low, we'll dance the day
Where the fiddles call and the pipes will play
A happy heart's the best to lend
Good morning, good morning, my dear old friend
There's a tale in laughter, a tale in song
With every step, let's bring it along
Through the mossy lanes and the stone-built pubs
Our joy echoes loud where the sparrow calls
Oh, the kettle's on and the tea is hot
A hearty stew in the old cast pot
With friends and cheer and time well spent
Each morning's gift is heaven-sent
Sing high, sing low, we'll dance the day
Where the fiddles call and the pipes will play
A happy heart's the best to lend
Good morning, good morning, my dear old friend
