Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
(Richie) “Every year, Johnny”
(Johnny) “Every year for three days, wet or dry. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, lad”.
Chorus
All Ireland ploughing match, every year I’m at.
With raincoat, stick an’ wellies an’ I don’t forget me hat.
A trudging through the gutter, the crowds an’ the muck.
Everyone is happy ‘cos where there’s muck, there’s luck.
Me homeplace now in Ireland, is in a Garryhill.
We always had great ploughmen an’ begore we have them still.
There ploughin’ with the horses, tractors old an’ new.
An’ the women they plough best of all an’ Anna-mai McHugh.
Chorus
All Ireland ploughing match, every year I’m at.
With raincoat stick an’ wellies an’ I don’t forget me hat.
A trudging through the gutter, the crowds an’ the muck.
Every one is happy ‘cos where there’s muck, there’s luck.
The field is like a town, with tents, shops an’ stands.
Pubs inside the marques, with music from great bands.
We came ta see the ploughing before there’s much, much, more.
There’s all kinds of sorts of yokes, novelties galore.
Chorus
All Ireland ploughing match, every year I’m at.
With raincoat, stick an’ wellies an’ I don’t forget me hat.
A trudging through the gutter, the crowds an the muck.
Every one is happy, ‘cos where there’s muck, there’s luck.
Young lads like the tractors an’ the great big four wheel drive.
Aul lads love the horse plough, reminisce about their lives.
Women used ta do the baking, always mind the child.
Now they can do everything educated young an’ wild.
Chorus
All Ireland ploughing match, every year I’m at.
With raincoat, stick an’ wellies an’ I don’t forget me hat.
A trudging through the gutter, the crowds an’ the muck.
Every one is happy, ‘cos where there’s muck, there’s luck.
Chorus
All Ireland ploughing match, every year I’m at.
With raincoat, stick an’ wellies an’ I don’t forget me hat.
A trudging through the gutter, the crowds an’ the muck.
Every one is happy, ‘cos where there’s muck, there’s luck.
Every one is happy an’ they don’t give a… didley-owe-dor-I-dah.