Name: The Leprechaun
Duration: 3 min 50 s
Channel: words and music traditional
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Brobdingnagian Bards

The Original Celtic Renaissance duo from Austin, TX! Called Masters of Traditional Folk by The Austin Chronicle, Marc Gunn and Andrew McKee join the autoharp, r

We are the Brobdingnagian Bards (pronounced brAHb'ding-näg-EE-en). We perform a unique style of Celtic folk music that we like to call "a Renaissance in Celtic music" or "The Original Celtic Renaissance. Ask our fans though, and they'll tell you our music is just plain "fun!" With six studio albums completed in just five years, combined with ten other compilations, singles and EPs, we've been called one of the most-productive Celtic groups around. But we just love playing the music.

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Comedy

Charts

Peak #41

Peak in subgenre #7

Author

words and music traditional

Rights

Gunn-McKee

Uploaded

January 26, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:50

Story behind the song

Occasionally, we get silly complaints, because we play non-traditional instruments, yet label ourselves Celtic musicians. But as time progresses, our repetoire becomes more and more Celtic and even more so, Irish. This song was written as a response to the traditionalists. You see, I believe that as long as you share your love of the music and a few people might come to appreciate Celtic music half as much as we do, then we've done our jobs.

Lyrics

There's a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead
For I don't think he'll e'er let me be.
Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e'er so bold,
I'd strangle him and leave him in the street.

    Well, he says to me, "Ah, you're no Irish Laddie!
    And ye call that thing a harp?"
    But each time I share the lore that I am learning.
    He hides in shame while my friends they chant.

    La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da
    La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai
    La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da
    La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai

There's a leprechaun in my room. He swats me with a broom.
That's the reason I forget the words of this song.
Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over,
It's buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore.
He yawns aloud as I sing my song.
He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open.
And he's watching me with envy deep inside.

There's a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there.
So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away.
The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little,
And he thinks he's fooled me as I run away.