Create Celtic folk-pop lyrics for a warm Irish lilt female vocal, set to 112 BPM D major. Core instrumentation: wooden flute (substituted for tin whistle), tenor fiddle, bodhrán, button accordion, octave mandolin (substituted for bouzouki), with bright, foot-tapping reel energy. Narrate a giddy tale of a stormy coastal pub night: a group of fishermen swap tales of a legendary selkie that snuck into the pub last winter, stole a pint of stout, and danced a jig on the bar counter before vanishing at dawn. Weave in imagery of frothy ale foam, peat fire embers drifting up the chimney, rain streaking the frosted pub windows, and fiddle strings humming warm and bright. Tone is playful, cozy, brimming with cheeky local folk charm, no heavy melancholy.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Outside the wind is howling loud Inside we gather in a crowd Peat fire embers drift and rise Fiddle hums beneath the skies [Verse] Rain is streaking on the glass Watch the stormy winter pass Warm accordion starts to play Chasing all the cold away [Pre-Chorus] Old men spin a merry yarn Down from the cliffs beside the barn Of a guest who came to play On a cold and frosty day [Chorus] She stole a pint of creamy stout She danced a jig upon the bar And turned the tavern inside out Bright as a star [Post-Chorus] Hear the bodhrán beat Tap your dusty feet Spinning in the heat Oh, the tale is sweet [Break] [Verse] She wore a coat of dripping wet A sight we never will forget Her eyes were green as stormy seas Laughing at the salty breeze [Verse] Frothy ale foam on her chin That is how the jokes begin Fiddle strings are humming bright Keeping out the chilly night [Pre-Chorus] Old men spin a merry yarn Down from the cliffs beside the barn Of a guest who came to play On a cold and frosty day [Chorus] She stole a pint of creamy stout She danced a jig upon the bar And turned the tavern inside out Bright as a star [Bridge] The wooden flute began to cry Underneath the winter sky We watched her run toward the shore Passing through the heavy door [Bridge] Leaving only silver foam As the ocean called her home Now we raise a glass and sing For the joy the stories bring [Chorus] She stole a pint of creamy stout She danced a jig upon the bar And turned the tavern inside out Bright as a star [Outro]
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