(Celtic Folk, Traditional, Melodic, Rhythmic, Haunting, Lead: Low D Penny Whistle) 🎶 Verse 1: Through Frisco town on a stormy spree, Came a leprechaun wild as the roaring sea. Danced through the taverns, hands full of ale, Tripped on the doorstep and let out a wail. 🎶 Pre-Chorus: Fiddle was wailing, pipes joined the sound, Tables were shaking, boots thumped the ground. 🎶 Chorus: Sing hey, ho! There he goes, Rolling like thunder wherever he roams! Lift your glass, make it last, Before he’s gone like a ghost in the foam! 🎶 Verse 2: Spun a few stories of riches he found, Claimed he had silver enough for the town. Laughed as he wagered, cards in his fist, Then with a flick, all his winnings were missed! 🎶 Pre-Chorus: Fiddle was wailing, pipes joined the sound, Tables were shaking, boots thumped the ground. 🎶 Chorus: Sing hey, ho! There he goes, Rolling like thunder wherever he roams! Lift your glass, make it last, Before he’s gone like a ghost in the foam! 🎶 Bridge: By sunrise he vanished, not one soul could tell, If he slipped through the harbor or cast his own spell. But some say they hear him when music runs free, A whistle so distant, yet calling to thee. 🎶 Outro: So if you should wander through Frisco one day, And hear a soft melody guiding your way, Step with some caution, don’t chase it too near, The leprechaun’s laughing—he’s still lurking here!
