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Molly Finnegans Bar Lyrics by Tom Comerford
Tom Comerford Lyrics
There’s a long tall tale that I’ve heard told back in long forgotten days
‘Bout a place where rear old Poitin used to flow
It was run by Molly Finnegan; full of bums and waifs and strays
And for sure it was the only place to go!
They had Moonshine on the table and a lookout at the door
With a smokestack spewin’ perfume far and wide
Though they never had no problems no trouble with The Law
Yet they always had a place out back to hide!
So let the rain fall down and I don’t care if there’s a bad moon out tonight
Sure, the cat might moan; the dog’s left home and the wife’s gonna start a fight
But me Well I got no fear; I’ll stay right here; gonna sit ‘t my table and drink my beer
And spend my time at Molly Finnegan’s Bar
Now the road to Poitin paradise is paved with gold they say
Where the whiskey waters flow beneath the hills
And the folks are always smiling in a peaceful sorta way
With a glass in hand to exorcise their ills!
When my wanderin’s done and I return back from places near and far
I’ll hang up my boots; breathe my last and then
You can pickle me in Poitin boys and prop me ‘gainst the bar
Of that Shrine Devine to Molly Finnegen!
So let the rain fall down and I don’t care if there’s a bad moon out tonight
Sure, the wife might moan; the cat’s left home and the dog’s gonna start a fight
But me Well I got no fear; I’ll stay right here; gonna sit ‘t my table and drink my beer
And spend my time at Molly Finnegan’s Bar
So let the rain fall down and I don’t care if there’s a bad moon out tonight
Sure, the dog might moan; the wife’s left home and the cat’s gonna start a fight
But me Well I got no fear; I’ll stay right here; gonna sit ‘t my table and drink my beer
And spend my money at Molly Finnegan’s Bar
[Thanks to George Madden for lyrics]
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