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A Ballad Of The Bayswater Hotel

It's Friday evening from life's cares we'll have a brief leave taking

And lets go to the Basy Pub for hour of merry making

In confines of the Settlers Bar the voice of mirth is ringing

And Pete Atkinson from Dublin Town an Irish song is singing.

 

The Mckelvey men father and son are talking of horse racing

They know the horses inside out from form and race card tracing

Has Vo rogue gone over the hill, can Horlicks race to glory

Can Almaarad come bouncing back and go down in history?

 

Phil Cronin go back down the years he flick back through life pages

To friends he knew in Millstreet Town he has not seen for ages

Big Jerry Shea and Mister O, James Manley hale and hearty

And Johnny Sing from Millview Lane the life of every party.

 

Brave Harry the brave English man the one as tough as leather

You'll only see that man in shorts no matter what the weather

A man of elephantine strength yet gentle and kind hearted

And he has taken life's hardest blow since his son this world departed.

 

Big **** Kissane the Kerry man he doesn't like Maggie Thatcher

And he feels that for Union bashing that few in history could match her

Still he won't go back to Kenmare to weather wet and hazy

He'd much prefer Mt Evelyn it's nearer to the Baysy.

 

**** Kelleher and Phil Schofield well into greyhound breeding

They talk of how greyhounds should be schooled and for them proper feeding

Two greyhound trainers and of late their reputations growing

And Millstreet Town keep racing on when others dogs are slowing.

 

Vin Schofield a Manchester Man he does love Man United

And every time United win he feel proud and delighted

But United not doing well of late of late they're not impressing

And this too much for him to take he find it all depressing.

 

Galway's Matt Duggan and Westmeath's Sean Fay the hurling game debating

On the first sunday of September who will be celebrating

Can Westmeath make the big break through or will Galway flags be waving

Or will Tipperary still be champs their reputation saving?

 

And Marty Kerins from Mayo a good and happy fellow

I've never met him in bad mood I've always found him mellow

He love the Bayswater Hotel he say there is none better

And to be kept from Settlers Bar he'd have to be in fetter.

 

And **** O Shea from Dublin his friends are in the many

And he doesn't have one enemy and he doesn't deserve any

He's given homes to Homeless souls and he's easily moved to pity

And good a man as ever came to live in this great City.

 

The amazing J D Ellis his name and fame keep spreading

And he has bounced back from the floor and for the top he's heading

Still he is easily stirred up and Garry Carter does the stirring

And el tigre he begins to growl the cat's no longer purring.

 

It's friday evening from life's cares we'll have a brief leave taking

And where better than the Basy Pub for hour of merry making

In Confines of the Settlers Bar the voice of mirth is ringing

And Pete Atkinson from Dublin Town an Irish song is singing.

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