Sides face, grand square
*Well you're walking through a city street, you could be in Peru
And you hear a distant calling, and you know it's meant for you
So you drop what you are doing, and join the merry mob
And before you know just where you are...
Allemande and weave the ring
They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job
Where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub

*Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork
And the lad that's holding up the bar says only **eejits work
He was born and bred in Bolton, but his mummy's from Kildare
And he's saving up a fortune

(** Eejits - Irish slang for nitwit, nincompoop or moron, often used affectionately.)

And now it's time for me to go, I have to catch me train
So I'll leave you sitting at the bar and face the wind and rain
For I'll have that pint you owe me, like I'm not gone on the dry
When we meet next week in Dublin...

Heads (Sides) you promenade halfway around you go
Walk right in and square thru four hands you know
All the way around, swing thru and then, swing thru again
Let's balance here, all eight circulate
Swing the corner there, and then you promenade
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job
Where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub