The Crack Was Ninety in the Isle of Man Christy Moore

Well weren’t we the rare oul’ stock
Spent the evenin’ gettin’ locked
Up in the Ace O’ Hearts
Where the high stools were engaging
Over the Butt Bridge, down by the dock
The boat she sailed at five o’clock

‘Hurry boys, now’, said Whack
‘Or before we’re there we’re all be back’
Carry him if you can
The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Bеfore we reachеd the Alexander Basin
The ding dong we did surely raise
In the bar of the ship we had great sport
As the boat she sailed out of the port

Landed up in the Douglas Head
Enquired for a vacant bed
The dining room we soon got shown
By a decent woman up the road
‘Lads, ate it if you can’
The crack was ninety in the Isle of Man

Next morning we went for a ramble round
Viewed the sights of Douglas Town
Then we went for a mighty session
In a pub they call Dick Darbies