Come to the Pub with me
Come with me and have a welcome drink
to my favourite Irish Inn
as winter gales across glens do blow
take life, a bit , more slow
He stood in front of oak wood bar
his drink upon the table
he hadn't traveled so very far
by horseback he was able
He was a handsome strong built guy
and the apple in a mothers eye
and he was just a lowly farmers boy
but his fathers great and proudest joy
He was asked by all to sing a tune
amongst the grey and smoky room
and the fiddle trios were up and playing
and then all feet , could not stop tapping
chorus
he had a voice of angels
a harp, the background tune
he sang of times of ancient woes
of hardships, i am told
a hush went round and across the room
but outside the storm was blowing
but his voice so clear chased away all gloom
as the song,, they were all knowing
Then everyone was standing, clapping
for him to sing again
so he had a swig of black gold Guinness
and bowed, as if he'd finished
The fire in grate burnt orange bright
gave room its warm and welcome light
and then all voices cheered for more
so he smiled and walk back to the floor
A ballad this time he softly sang
i'm told about his love
and when the flow of words began
emotions , all overcome
chorus 2
he had a voice of angels
a harp, the background tune
he sang of times of ancient woes
of hardships, l am told
bridge
yes, he was his mothers heart of joy
and he was his fathers boy
but in War , he was so very young,
he died
like so many....
in wasted lives
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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