The Craic 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 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 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, eat it if ye can"
The craic 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 seisiun
In a pub they call dick darbys
We must have been drunk by half past three
To sober up we went swimmin' in the sea
Back to the digs for the spruce up
And while waitin' for the fry
We all drew up our plan
The craic was ninety in the isle of man