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[Куплет 1] Step right up and clear the floor, The fiddler's tuning by the door! With a stamp of the boot and a clap of the hand, We’re kicking off the greatest night in the land. The whistle blows a merry tune, Beneath the glow of the copper moon. [Қайырма] So hey nonny no and away we go, To the rhythm of the bodhran's steady blow! Clap your hands and stamp your feet, Every heartbeat keeps the beat. Drink it down and shout it clear, The finest night of all the year! [Куплет 2] The flutes reply with a cheeky grin, As the merry-making’s about to begin. A bit of mischief in every eye, While cider flows and the sparks fly high. Spin your partner round and round, Barely touching the tavern ground! [Қайырма] So hey nonny no and away we go, To the rhythm of the bodhran's steady blow! Clap your hands and stamp your feet, Every heartbeat keeps the beat. Drink it down and shout it clear, The finest night of all the year! [Көпір] (Whistling breakdown with rhythmic foot-stomps and crowd cheers) [Instrumental break] [Қайырма] So hey nonny no and away we go, To the rhythm of the bodhran's steady blow! Clap your hands and stamp your feet, Every heartbeat keeps the beat. Drink it down and shout it clear, The finest night of all the year! [Аутро] One more round and one more cheer, Until the dawn is drawing near! (Laughter and fading fiddle reel) [End]
