Once upon an eve of drinking
As I worked the bar, with clinking
Jugs of ale, yet ever thinking
Of the men from foreign shore,
Suddenly I heard some talk
With accents London, Dundee, Cork
Had they pursued me to New York??
Quoth the English, "three pints more"
A Jesuit, a Citizen and a Drunk walk into a bar
the Riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
Once upon an eve of drinking
As I worked the bar, with clinking
Jugs of ale, yet ever thinking
Of the men from foreign shore,
Suddenly I heard some talk
With accents London, Dundee, Cork
Had they pursued me to New York??
Quoth the English, "three pints more"
A Jesuit, a Citizen and a Drunk walk into a bar
the Riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman wanted to see me.
Once upon an eve of drinking
As I worked the bar, with clinking
Jugs of ale, yet ever thinking
Of the men from foreign shore,
Suddenly I heard some talk
With accents London, Dundee, Cork
Had they pursued me to New York??
Quoth the English, "three pints more"