
The Kelly Song Collective
A Pint Of Guinness Please
So this is Dublin city I’m truly not impressed
Here in Temple Bar with my pint against my chest
Tourists choke the sessions and boredom eats the band
I’d rather be in Ste. Chappelle or my home and native land
Stone walls and sheep and cows from Blooms’s to the Cliffs of Moher
There’s gaily painted cottages in Wicklow and Liscannor
We drove through Kilmegranny we walked the Liffey quays
And the one thing you can count on is a pint of Guinness please
Yes Mr. Heaney I made the trip to Clare
But I couldn’t see the laggy shore for all the Germans there
But there’s sea enough to drown a man and crosses every mile
Trees enough to hang him and pints to make him smile
There’s Weetabix and pork from the Burren to St. James’ Gate
We smashed a hired car and Bulmer’s cider’s great
There’s words upon the water and airs in all the trees
And the one thing you can count on is a pint of Guinness please
Balls Bunratty castle I wish I never came
Fat Italian school boys know your dirty name
But I’m looking for a shamrock on an Irish flag
Carried by a leperechaun in a sheepskin bag
Give us a glass of cider and give us a pint of stout
And listen to old Jim McCann lash a few songs out
A few days in the country a lifetime still to come
And the narrow road to Glendalough could use a little sun
Dublin’s fair city has changed since I have been
I think I’ll miss the Liffey and Grafton and Henry Street
As the plane begins to taxi I see the Wicklow hills
I never found those sessions Paddy I guess I never will
© Michael Worthington Music 2001

Just what it sounds like. Still trying to keep up with big brother. From 2001's WHACK(!) by The John Smiths.