An Unopened Book
Smoke Rings
The smoke rings fill the corner.
Each of us find our seat,
Pick up each of our glasses,
We all begin to drink.
Some sing in a whisper,
Some they sing out loud.
We get drunk together.
We're Irish and we're proud.
The Young man in the corner,
Pulls out a bag of pipes.
We get all excited,
We'll be drunk dancing tonight.
The old men at the table,
Fish stories being told.
Some of the tales are new,
most of the lies are old.
The sun is coming up now,
Dawn is almost here.
We should be off to work,
but, we're working on drinking beer.
The ladies are coming round now.
Put out their husband's cheer.
Off to work now,
We will drink your beer.
They sing in a whisper,
They all sing out loud.
We all get drunk together.
We are Irish and we're proud.
The Smoke Rings Fill The Corner
An Unopened Book
D. Cody Herring
Copyright February, 2011
Each of us find our seat,
Pick up each of our glasses,
We all begin to drink.
Some sing in a whisper,
Some they sing out loud.
We get drunk together.
We're Irish and we're proud.
The Young man in the corner,
Pulls out a bag of pipes.
We get all excited,
We'll be drunk dancing tonight.
The old men at the table,
Fish stories being told.
Some of the tales are new,
most of the lies are old.
The sun is coming up now,
Dawn is almost here.
We should be off to work,
but, we're working on drinking beer.
The ladies are coming round now.
Put out their husband's cheer.
Off to work now,
We will drink your beer.
They sing in a whisper,
They all sing out loud.
We all get drunk together.
We are Irish and we're proud.
The Smoke Rings Fill The Corner
An Unopened Book
D. Cody Herring
Copyright February, 2011
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