Tomneys Bar
TOMNEYS BAR
By Dermot Cavanagh
Come gather round now pleasant folk
And a tale to you i ll tell
Its a tale about a public house
In a town im sure you all know well.
For years its taken pride of place
In the town where they held the fair
But by God the likes of a house like this
You ll not find anywhere
Oh its a small place,but a grand place
For its decor you must see
And the stain glass on the window
Bears the name of TOMNEY
Now in it by God I ve heard it said
You couldnt swing a cat
But by Christ when the craic gets going
We just dunno when to quet
Its walls are old and coloured gold
And...