Johnny Mulhearn
You're in the pub at half pas ten, the money for the cure all spent again
Tryin' to figure out who's carryin' and where they'll be that day
Forget about the night before when you were flyin' for hour or more
And move across to the Central Bar hopin' that you'll see.
One of them hard cases, soft faces, who grip you with their deadly smile
the grip it slowly tightens and the grin gets slowly deeper
and beads of prespiration stand upon your cagilation
Someone takes the pressure off and calls out more porter.
Soon enough the tap runs dry and the afternoon goes slowly by
The barman looks on warily when your mates come driftin' in
Someone sez there's a session on, a tarnished bard has just hit town
move across to the widow's, see if you can rustle up the entrance free.
A woman you know buys you your last and the evenin' goes flashin' past
Bridie's screamin' as you're eyin' the slops behind the bar
The party crowd is gatherin', the banjo, fiddle and mandolin
The cider flagon hunt is on, if you haven't got a tosser won't you bring along
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