Come to the Pub with me
Come with me and have a drink
to my favourite Irish Inn
as winter gales do blow
take life, a bit , more slow
He stood in front of bar
his drink upon the table
he hadn't traveled far
but by horseback he was able
He was a handsome guy
the apple in mothers eye
he was a farmers boy
his fathers proudest joy
He was asked to sing a tune
amongst the smoky room
the fiddle started playing
and the feet then starting tapping
chorus
he had a voice of angels
a harp, the background tune
he sang of times of old
of hardships, i am told
a hush went round the room
but outside storm was blowing
but his voice , chased away its gloom
as the song, they all were knowing
Then everyone was clapping
for him to sing again
so he had a swig of Guinness
and bowed, as if he'd finished
The fire in grate burnt bright
gave room, a welcome light
and voices , cheered for more
so to the floor, he went once more.
A ballad this time he sang
i'm told it , about his love
and when the words began
emotions , all over come
chorus 2
he had a voice of angels
a harp, the background tune
he sang of times of old
of hardships, l am told
bridge
yes, he was his mothers joy
and he was his fathers boy
but in War , so young, he died
like so many....
in wasted lives
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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