my grandad came from ireland he told a tale or two of leaprecauns in ireland that he said were true men in bright green suits would wonder through the glen big tall hats and beards little irish men
how they played there fiddles on a moonlit night to an irish jig they danced away the night doing lots of dances in the irish way dancing all night long till the break of day
unicorns with wings flying through the night flying through the woods with there wings so white flying through the air flying all around listen to the leprecauns with there irish sound
as they played there fiddles danced an irish jig watched them as they played at there music gig with there bright green suits and there hats so long they would dance away to an irish song
these are grandads tales that he said were true he told many more there were quite a few we would sit and listen to the stories that he told he said it kept him young stopped him getting old
i will pass them on when im a grandad too tell them all the stories that he said were true about the unicorns with a great big horn the leprecauns that danced till the early dawn