To the air of An Maidrín Rua, sort of.
Here comes Krunchie,
Singing, shouting,
Songs unheard
before.
(Repeat)
He bangs and he
bangs
And he bangs upon
his Bodhrán,
Singing and shouting
Songs unheard
before.
(Repeat).
On old things and new
things,
Singing, shouting,
Songs unheard
before.
(Repeat)
He bangs, etc.
O bedad we hear him,
Singing, shouting,
Songs unheard
before.
(Repeat)
He bangs, etc.
Here comes Krunchie,
Pretending he’s a
young thing,
Singing, shouting,
Songs unheard
before.
(Repeat).
He bangs, etc.
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