a bally shunning boy and man,
Drove a John Deere bod in
That's all we'll ever need,
said his father, and indeed,
Well he would plough his fields by day
and each evening make his way
Trooping door in there to sip a pint or two
And it would bounce and bump and sway
over stones and through the hay
But he loved his buddy Shannon Buckaroo
He left town the first game
for a dance but to his shame
He couldn't dance to save
So he practised every day
as his John Deere cut the clay
And in the field the legend so begins
When he would jump and kick and screw
Like an angry standing wood
In that tractor he perfected
And the girls would stand about
in the car park just to shout
Here comes the Ballyshallon
Well he met with Kate McCall
by the toilets in the hall
And she smiled, a smile so grand,
And soon he let her drive
But the truth for you to tell,
she'd have had his farm as well
Till John Deere slipped on ice,
Well, she was nev er seen again
Now the girls, call his name
Here comes the valley Shannon Boogaroo
Now my story's almost done
And I'll soon be moving on
if half the truth be told
That there's gold in them there hills
And now Seamus tops the bill
To watch them dance they'll
So step inside, oh Strictly Boo,
and yes, Michael Flatley too
he's got rhythm in them toes
He'll come driving his John Deere,
and the girls will scream and cheer
Here comes the valet, Shannon Buckaroo
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