Slainte Mhath

When Seamus Magee plays his tunes
with his brother, Cudleigh, on the spoons
not an eye will be dry
while they sing and we sigh
for the loss of fine men on the dunes

on the shores of a Normandy beach
where an army of men died in reach
of the triumph they sought
in the war that they fought
as our boys threw their lives at the breach.

If you've not heard such tales of the war,
of the death on that far away shore,
come along, have a brew
lend an ear to these two -
guaranteed you will come back for more.

If we're lucky they'll play through the night
joined by fiddle and drum with delight,
and the voice of old Tom
as he sings of his mom
and his love of an ancient birthright.

Come and drink to yourself and your life,
to your loved ones or even your wife.
Raise a pint to the pub
and its fine Irish grub.
Here's a toast to old Erin's nightlife!

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