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