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The Leprechaun
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A fun song inspired by Leprechauns and people who close their minds to change.
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Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingna
Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingnagian Bards.
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Genre
World • Traditional Celtic
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Peak #3
Peak in subgenre #3
Author
Marc Gunn
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Marc Gunn
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August 11, 2009
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MP3 9.4 MB • 320 kbps • 4:06
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
words and music by Marc Gunn 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.
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