‘Twas a grand day, the pints flowed
As quick as the jokes were told.
Ole Bob offered me a seat as
I ordered my first pint
In a bar I’d never frequented
Before, amazed at such kindness
I doubted he knew my name
As talking Tommy kept on chattering
Telling tales of wonder and awe
All the while ole Sean was trying
To get a word in edgeways
For we all knew once talking Tommy
Started talking we’d never get a word in,
It wasn’t until a grand ole gal
Behind the bar as moody as she could be,
Gillian was a barmaid to remember, great big
Beautiful eyes and a smile to die for
And a reason we all sat at the bar,
Yet one wrong look would turn her mood
Once her mood was turned there was no
Turning back she let out an unmerciful
Roar, Jasus Tommy will you ever shut
Up and let me finish pulling your pint.
