John Sutcliffe roves out at The Irish Village

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Martin Moodie
Martin Moodie is the Founder & Chairman of The Moodie Report.

Anyone who’s known former Aer Rianta International-Middle East Managing Director John Sutcliffe for some time will know he is a more than handy singer and musician – so handy in fact that he seriously considered a professional career in the field long before he took up retailing.

At the Dubai Duty Free Golf World Cup party at The Irish Village last week, he showed why, joining star act the Molly Macguire band to perform a stirring rendition of a fine Irish song ‘As I roved out’. Without any flattery whatsoever, it’s fair to say that John looked, and sounded, as though he’d been part of the band for years.

The Moodie Report caught the moment, available on You Tube by clicking here.

And as an extra service, for those of you who haven’t a clue what the song is all about, here are the lyrics. They’re almost as entertaining as John was on the night.

And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
And who are you, me pretty fair maid
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly:
I am me mother’s darling.

cho: With me too-ry-ay
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie oh.

And will you come to me mother’s house,
When the sun is shining clearly ( repeat )
I’ll open the door and I’ll let you in
And divil ‘o one would hear us.

So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly ( repeat )
Shc opened the door and she let me in
And divil the one did hear us.

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable ( repeat )
Saying “There’s plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse,
To eat it if he’s able.”

Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table ( repeat )
Saying: There’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if you’re able.

Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy ( repeat )
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying: Lassie, are you able?

And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us ( repeat )
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying: Lassie, I must leave you.

And when will you return again
And when will we get married ( repeat )
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married.

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