Tonight we’re going to meet some lads As girls who dressed up gaily And we’ll be dancing till the dawn We’re going to the Céili The lads they come from miles around From Venice and Comaley To show us all their fancy steps We’re going to the Céili They’re playing tunes on everything From pipes to ukulele It sounds so good you can’t sit down We’re dancing at the Céili All the boys we love so well So handsome, young and charming They’re in New York and Boston now They should be home here farming My own true love has sailed away To be an endless rover Cause times are tough and he will save To start a new life over He writes me letters every week To say how much he’s slavin’ And he promises that he’ll be back Before the hay needs savin’ But it’s hard to love somebody That you’re not in touch with daily So I’m looking for somebody new Tonight down at the Céili The winter nights are long and hard And time goes by so slowly I wish my true love he was here And in his arms I’d go He’d whisper tender words of love to me And kiss my lips so sweetly And quickly I’d surrender to His manly charms completely He writes me letters every week To say how much he’s slavin’ And he promises that he’ll be back Before the hay needs savin’ But it’s hard to love somebody That you’re not in touch with daily So I’m looking for somebody new Tonight down at the Céili So I’m looking for somebody new Tonight down at the Céili I only need someone tonight Who’ll make my heart beat fast A handsome man with laughing eyes Who smiles as he walks past The harp may play in old time worlds He’ll twirl me round the floor He’ll promise me that I will be His girl forevermore His girl forevermore His girl forevermore He’ll promise me that I will be His girl forevermore I’m somewhat ill and bothered That is really quite alarming I have two lads pursuing me And each of them is charming One of them is dark and poor One fair with lots of money I don’t know which one to choose The flower or the honey What on earth am I to do It’s driving me half crazy Tonight I’ll make my mind up When I see them at the Céili To be a poor man’s wife will be A life of washin' dishes When a rich man’s wife will surely have Great luxury and riches In comfort how I know It wouldn’t be too hard to wallow And being poor is not much fun; Which one should I follow? What on earth am I to do It’s driving me half crazy Tonight I’ll make my mind up When I see them at the Céili: I’ve been lucky I’ve found a lad who’s handsome and a neighbor And me I’ve met a decent man who’s friendship I will savor And me I’ve made my choice as well and in no way was it easy But I’d rather have a man for love Then to be a rich man’s lady And that is how the story ends Be true and never fail me We got ourselves three men tonight And we met them at the Céili