Saturday 29 May 2010

Culchie Memories

Did you ever go to the County Clare when you were nearly twenty-one

With a crowd of swingin’ culchies in the back of a Volkswagen van

Quarts of lukewarm cider seepin’ out the door

And your flutered face flattened against the mucky German floor

And did you score a peroxide brasser all the way down from Dublin

And get your arse thrown out of the sweetest pub in Doolin

And did you take that gurrier princess to the edge of the Cliffs of Moher

And argue with her over nothin’ then try to talk things over

While you added copiously to the roarin’ black Atlantic

In a manner that was quite distinctly far from bein’ Christ-like

And did you kiss that vestal virgin from sweet Ballymun

‘Til her lips were bruised and she cried out, “oh, sweet divine Jesus, do it again”

Oh Clare, oh Clare, oh sweet Lisdoonvarna

Is this just another yarn or a

Memory set in aspic of the deepest blue

Or something that a culchie prince was always preordained to do?

1 comment:

  1. Will there be a tune to go with these lyrics, Larry?

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