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lirik lagu the pool song - daoirí farrell

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[verse 1]
may the lord upon high who rules the sky
look down on our pubs and bars
for the people therein both women and men
are neglecting their pints and their jars
the craic it is bad and the atmosphere sad
every man has a face like a mule
and all he can do is grab an old cue
and start playing that game of pool

[verse 2]
now, when i was a boy it was always my joy
to visit the pub each night
there were arguments, scr~ps and k!llings perhaps
and everyone thought he was right
there were badgers and dogs and men from the bogs
and young fellas acting the tool
and now there’s no craic, for every manjack
has his ~rs~ in the air playing pool

[verse 3]
to the rural alehouse after milking the cows
all the customers made their way
and there they would dwell and drink till they fell
while the fiddles and pipes they did play
ah, the jigs and the reels and the rattling of heels
and the polkas and slides were the rule
ah, but now there’s no chance of a tune or a dance
for everyones playing that pool
[verse 4]
now this pool you will find is a game designed
for a foolish illiterate lout
you put in four bob and you turn an old kn~b
and a big shower of b~lls come out
they’re placed on the table and then if you’re able
you knock them back into some holes
more money goes in, you start over again
and you lose every bob of your dole

[verse 5]
in the irish free state all the people are beat
from playing and watching this game
in their necks they have cricks that no doctors can fix
and their backs and their shoulders are maimed
and their ~rs~s protrude in a manner most lewd
from being hoisted aloft in the air
and their eyeb~lls are sore and dripping with gore
and they act in a manner most queer

[verse 6]
so if you see a young man whose face and his face it is wan
and his eyes have a vacant stare
and his jawbone is slack and his head is thrown back
and he can’t tell a cob from a mare
with his nostrils dilated and his head corrugated
and his manners like those of a fool
on your shirt you can bet, that you have just met
a man gone mad from playing that pool


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