“O’hara’s Gone”            

O’hara’s gone now
he left just the other day
   They say he left his wife a schilling or two
Opened the door, tipped his hat
then was on his way
   Nobody knows the direction he took
   Nobody noticed that faraway look


O’hara’s gone now
they say he was a steady type
  Worked in the factory ten years and a day
Would go with the boys to the pub
on the Friday nights
  Everyone figured he’d had it his way
  Everyone knew just the words that he’d say


O’hara’s gone now
the town doesn’t seem the same
  Some say he longed for the love he once had
His courage and spirit
he’d left for the younger men
  Some say the way that it ended was sad
  Some say that surely he’d finally gone mad

  
But

off in the thunder that
rolls through the stormy night
  Sometimes I see old O’hara again
He lifts up his glass and he
toasts to the dogs that bite

  Now he no longer has to defend

  Now he no longer has to pretend