The Argyll Ceilidh

High-energy Celtic folk pop, massive sing-along chorus, stomping beat, fiddles, accordion, male vocals, joyous chaos

[Intro: Fast acoustic guitar strumming, joined immediately by stomping feet and clapping]
[Fiddle and Accordion kick in hard]
[Verse 1]
We drove up to Argyll for Johnny’s big day
The forecast said sun but the sky was all grey
The marquee was pitched in a field by the farm
But the wind was howling like a fire alarm
The bride walked in looking soaked to the bone
The priest lost his voice, had to speak through a cone
The wedding cake fell on the floor with a smash
And the best man lost the envelopes of cash.
[Pre-Chorus]
Then the generator died and the lights went black
But Johnny just smiled and he patted my back!
[Chorus]
He said, strike up the fiddle, get the bodhrán loud!
Pour out the whisky for the thirsty crowd!
The roof is leaking and the power is gone
But the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on!
Spin your partner in the muddy grass
Raise up a toast in a plastic glass
It’s a beautiful disaster, a perfect mess
But we’ve never had a better night, I confess!
[Instrumental Break: Wild, fast-paced fiddle and accordion duel with heavy stomping]
[Verse 2]
Grandma is dancing with a guy named Dave
Auntie is acting like she’s at a rave
The caterers vanished, there’s no more meat
So we’re passing round packets of crisps to eat
The kilts are flying and the ties are loose
Somebody’s drinking the old apple juice
We’re singing the songs that our grandfathers knew
Shouting the chorus till our faces turn blue.
[Pre-Chorus]
The rain’s coming down through the hole in the tent
But nobody cares where the money was spent!
[Chorus]
Cause we strike up the fiddle, get the bodhrán loud!
Pour out the whisky for the thirsty crowd!
The roof is leaking and the power is gone
But the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on!
Spin your partner in the muddy grass
Raise up a toast in a plastic glass
It’s a beautiful disaster, a perfect mess
But we’ve never had a better night, I confess!
[Bridge: Acapella with just heavy foot stomping and clapping]
Spin to the left, and swing to the right!
We’re not going home till the morning light!
Spin to the left, and swing to the right!
We’re not going home till the morning light!
One, two, three, GO!
[Massive Celtic Folk Drop: Entire band playing at maximum energy, wildly fast tempo]
[Chorus]
Strike up the fiddle, get the bodhrán loud!
Pour out the whisky for the thirsty crowd!
The roof is leaking and the power is gone
But the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on!
Spin your partner in the muddy grass
Raise up a toast in a plastic glass
It’s a beautiful disaster, a perfect mess
But we’ve never had a better night, I confess!
[Outro]
Yeah, the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on!
[Cheering crowd sounds, fiddle hits final high note]
[End]

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[Intro: Fast acoustic guitar strumming, joined immediately by stomping feet and clapping] [Fiddle and Accordion kick in hard] [Verse 1] We drove up to Argyll for Johnny’s big day The forecast said sun but the sky was all grey The marquee was pitched in a field by the farm But the wind was howling like a fire alarm The bride walked in looking soaked to the bone The priest lost his voice, had to speak through a cone The wedding cake fell on the floor with a smash And the best man lost the envelopes of cash. [Pre-Chorus] Then the generator died and the lights went black But Johnny just smiled and he patted my back! [Chorus] He said, strike up the fiddle, get the bodhrán loud! Pour out the whisky for the thirsty crowd! The roof is leaking and the power is gone But the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on! Spin your partner in the muddy grass Raise up a toast in a plastic glass It’s a beautiful disaster, a perfect mess But we’ve never had a better night, I confess! [Instrumental Break: Wild, fast-paced fiddle and accordion duel with heavy stomping] [Verse 2] Grandma is dancing with a guy named Dave Auntie is acting like she’s at a rave The caterers vanished, there’s no more meat So we’re passing round packets of crisps to eat The kilts are flying and the ties are loose Somebody’s drinking the old apple juice We’re singing the songs that our grandfathers knew Shouting the chorus till our faces turn blue. [Pre-Chorus] The rain’s coming down through the hole in the tent But nobody cares where the money was spent! [Chorus] Cause we strike up the fiddle, get the bodhrán loud! Pour out the whisky for the thirsty crowd! The roof is leaking and the power is gone But the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on! Spin your partner in the muddy grass Raise up a toast in a plastic glass It’s a beautiful disaster, a perfect mess But we’ve never had a better night, I confess! [Bridge: Acapella with just heavy foot stomping and clapping] Spin to the left, and swing to the right! We’re not going home till the morning light! Spin to the left, and swing to the right! We’re not going home till the morning light! One, two, three, GO! [Massive Celtic Folk Drop: Entire band playing at maximum energy, wildly fast tempo] [Chorus] Strike up the fiddle, get the bodhrán loud! Pour out the whisky for the thirsty crowd! The roof is leaking and the power is gone But the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on! Spin your partner in the muddy grass Raise up a toast in a plastic glass It’s a beautiful disaster, a perfect mess But we’ve never had a better night, I confess! [Outro] Yeah, the Argyll ceilidh is rolling on! [Cheering crowd sounds, fiddle hits final high note] [End]

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