Lyrics

Tadhg the Bold Balladeer

(Verse 1)
Oh, come ye now, and gather 'round, a tale I’ll weave for thee,
Of Tadhg the bold, a lad of gold, who sang for liberty.
With voice so sweet and step so fleet, he’d light the darkest halls,
But his sharp tongue struck like a drum, to shatter tyrant’s walls.

(Chorus)
Sing ho, for Tadhg, the fearless one, who danced through fire and fear,
With wit and jest, he laid to rest the lies of yesteryear.
Oh, Ireland’s son, with laughter’s song, he fought the cruel and sly,
For freedom’s tune and justice true, beneath the boundless sky.

(Verse 2)
From Galway Bay to Gaza’s shore, his melodies did soar,
He sang of chains, of grief and pain, and lives that war did tore.
With every jig and every reel, his message carried wide,
No tyrant’s blade could make him fade; his truth would never hide.

(Chorus)
Sing ho, for Tadhg, the fearless one, who danced through fire and fear,
With wit and jest, he laid to rest the lies of yesteryear.
Oh, Ireland’s son, with laughter’s song, he fought the cruel and sly,
For freedom’s tune and justice true, beneath the boundless sky.

(Verse 3)
The lords and kings, they feared his name, their masks began to crack,
For Tadhg’s bright quill and sharpened will could pierce the darkest black.
He wove the tales of Palestine, where olive trees once grew,
And sang of peace, the world's release, from wars that we pursue.

(Chorus)
Sing ho, for Tadhg, the fearless one, who danced through fire and fear,
With wit and jest, he laid to rest the lies of yesteryear.
Oh, Ireland’s son, with laughter’s song, he fought the cruel and sly,
For freedom’s tune and justice true, beneath the boundless sky.

(Bridge)
Oh, his step could charm the weary soul, his rhyme could stop a fight,
But hidden there, within his flair, was truth’s relentless light.
He’d mock the greed, the hunger, hate, with satire bold and clear,
And though they tried, they could not hide from Tadhg’s enduring cheer.

(Verse 4)
Now Tadhg’s great song still echoes on, though he has danced away,
In every heart his words impart the dawn of brighter days.
Oh, Ireland weeps and Gaza keeps his memory so dear,
For heroes rise where truth still lies, and Tadhg shall reappear.

(Final Chorus)
Sing ho, for Tadhg, the fearless one, who danced through fire and fear,
With wit and jest, he laid to rest the lies of yesteryear.
Oh, Ireland’s son, with laughter’s song, he fought the cruel and sly,
For freedom’s tune and justice true, beneath the boundless sky.

(Outro)
So raise a glass to Tadhg, my friends, and let his story live,
For laughter’s blade and songs well-played are gifts we all must give.
In Palestine or Éireann’s fields, his spirit still does fly,
A minstrel’s call for one and all beneath the boundless sky.