Half-standing pissing against a tree

To hear lovers pass a stoney wall

And have breakfast tomorrow

With forgotten sorrow

 

Oh the bar man had got sick

Two weeks maybe three

(Bean an Tí)

 

As the lovers passed the ancient script

And secured their sacred crypt

To fluff it out with beaten pillows

On the Willow branch 

 

Oh the bar man had got sick

Two weeks maybe three

(Bean an Tí)

 

Bean an Tí

 

~ G McK