The Tall Ship Public House
Ahoy there matey a lager you have sought
Sail up the Severn river and dock beside the port
Stroll past the tall museum a dry dock and a barge
A function of the sailing class the Severn bore is large
The parkings wardens ready now to fine you all once more
Big Mike is there and waiting where a table by the door
Carly gal a wonder babe prepares and serves to seats
A holiday on Spanish soil and camels on the beach
Johnney boy a man to charm United he will shout
But lose that day and sorrow say the blues its all about
There's Mickey man a ska ska fan a cockney all through out
A gentle man a loyal fan and thats without a doubt
A busy bar with happy hour a salad lettuce limp
A Signature dish a seafood deal crevettes a squid a shrimp
The finger bowl and hoover red and Henry on your trail
Keep to the wall the bedroom calls a scream and you'll be pale
A Captain man of industry the dishes one mile long
Accountant rare he struggles where the till and and latte strong
The tip sir plaese with regular ease a trip a holiday
The Spanish Isles again the Tiles a pool a drink away
The secret trip a face book quip the boiler never knows
What stays in leitrim stays in Leitrim but not in Ventur o
Lets go again and Clara send a saving she will know
But drink your ale a party sail a Tall ship you should go
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2011
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