In a smoke filled room
In a back alley bar
With a fiddle in song
Against Spanish guitar
The stakes get raised
Where the black stuff's praised
Those were my Celtic days
Well, my second hand shoes
Ain't got no value
But a part-time job
Will bring in what I need
Cause my school books
I had to steal or borrow
So my school days
Were few and far between
In a smoke filled room
In a back alley bar
With a fiddle in song
Against Spanish guitar
The stakes get raised
Where the black stuff's praised
Those were my Celtic days
Lismonaghan some days
Would seem so empty
We'd watch the longboats
Bringing in the grain
We three brothers sitting down
And plans aplenty
The end result we all agreed
Would be the same
Cause in a smoke filled room
In a back alley bar
With a fiddle in song
Against Spanish guitar
The stakes get raised
Where the black stuff's praised
Those were my Celtic days
The three of us somehow
We made the distance
The rolling hills afar the sea
Is getting near
The war is over
Work is what we're seeking
Not long now we'll be sat down
Sipping bear
Cause in a smoke filled room
In a back alley bar
With a fiddle in song
Against Spanish guitar
The stakes get raised
Where the black stuff's praised
Those were my Celtic days
Yeah
In a smoke filled room
In a back alley bar
With a fiddle in song
Against Spanish guitar
The stakes get raised
Where the black stuff's praised
Those were my Celtic days
Yeah
Those were my Celtic days