An Irish Tale

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Head in a daze from the fast falling rain

Sky of black crowds around a mystery man

Selling what appears to be hell of a good time

I hear the old hag yelling from the top of her lungs

Stay clear from the road the mystery man walks

Mind the biliousness she says at the last

Head full of ghost from loved ones gone on

Drinking at the wake we had a hell of a good time

Celebrating the dead, neat tidy words, outlawed tunes

Head in a daze from the fast falling rain

Asking for a date hesitantly

The fair looking girl , she say I cannot wait to meet ya soon

Now the wonderful hag sits on the stair never minding her own

She says the fair looking girl  has not but a clue for you

Down in the streets I carry on my day

No sunshine to warm

A voice in my head tell me not to fret

She has always loved you in a way you’ll never know

Stay clear from the road where the hell of a good time waits

The old hag will forever have her says she will forever mind you

Since she cares and also loves you

If there was never a word there would be no love

Out of the rain I rest my head on the bed

Out of sight out of mind

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