Lyrics of
The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man

Weren't we, The rare ould stock, Spent the evening gettin' locked
In the Ace of Hearts, Where the high stools were engaging
Over the Butt bridge, Down be the dock, And the boat she sailed at five o'clock
Hurry lads, Says Whack, Or before we're there, We'll all be back
Carry him if you can, Oh, The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man
Before we reached the Alexander Base, The ding dong we did surely raise
In the bar of the ship, We had great sport
As the boat she sailed out from the port
Landed up in the Douglas Head, Enquirin' for a vacant bed
In the dining room, Got shown, By a decent woman up the road
Lads, Bate it if ya can, Oh, The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man
Next morning went for a ramble round, And saw the sights a Douglas Town
Then we went for a mighty session, In a pub they call Dick Darbys
All got drunk be half past three, To sober up, Went swimming in the sea
Back to the digs for the spruce up, And while waitin' for the rosie
We all drew up our plan, Oh, The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man
That night we went to the Texas Bar, And came back down be horse and car
Met Big Jim and we all went in, To drink some wine in Yates's
The Liverpool girls, It was said, Were all to be met in The Douglas Head
McShane was there in a tie and shirt, With the foreign girls he was tryin' to flirt
Sayin', Hey girls I'm yer man, Oh, The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man
Whacker fancied his good looks, With an Isle of Man woman he was struck
The Liverpool lad was by her side, As he was throwin' the jar into her
Whacker thought he'd take a chance, So he asked the quare wan out to dance
Round the floor they stepped it out, To Whack it was no bother
Everythin' was goin' ta plan, Oh, The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man
The Isle of Man woman fancied Whack
Yer man stood there, 'Til his heads came back
And whack, They all whacked inta Whack, And Whack was landed on his back
The Douglas force arrived as well, Landed a couple a belts as well
And ended up in the Douglas Jail, Until the Dublin boat did sail
Deported every man, Oh, The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man