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Thread #168119   Message #4060910
Posted By: Jim Carroll
23-Jun-20 - 06:16 AM
Thread Name: Origins: Locally Made Songs, County Clare
Subject: RE: Origins: Locally Made Songs, County Clare
The lock-down has been an opportunity to get down to writing and re-writing some of the things I am now tackling
I've been praying for rain so I don't have to cut the grass
Clare was one of the first to have a case of the virus - a local doctor's family brought it back from Portugal
Having said that, we've been extremely lucky (if you can call closing the pubs down "luck"
I'd love to get to Australia - Ewan came back from there saying if he'd been younger he'd move there

You'll get it later in one of the articles, but do you know this ? - it was probably the last ballad sheet to be sold in Ireland - in the 1950s ?
Jim

THE BAR WITH NO STOUT
Now we’ve heard quite a lot of the Pub with no Beer,
And some people claim it's the hit of the year,
But during the war I was rambling about,
And I called for a Pint in a Bar with no Stout.        

The bar owner sat on a chair by the fire,
I’ d swear if you touched him he’d scrape like a brier,         
When I said “Fill a Pint” then his rag he got out,         
Saying “Your order is tall in the Bar with no Stout".

A customer came in a donkey and car,
He tied up his ass and took in a big jar,
But the ass jumped and reared, from the door he pulled out,
Its no place for an ass near a Bar with no Stout        

A customer came in a donkey and car,
He tied up his ass and took in a big jar,
But the ass jumped and reared, from the door he pulled out,         
1t's no place for an ass near a Bar with no Stout.

The Garda on duty the first time in years,
Came back from his beat all shaken with fears,
The Sergeant said Pat, why you look knocked about,
He stammered and told him the Bar's got no Stout.

The Postman returned from his rounds on the street,
And when he had entered his time on the sheet,
The Postmaster seeing no froth round his mouth,
Guessed on the spot that the Bar had no Stout.

Now ’tis lonesome to part with the one you love dear,
Or to sit on a stool in a Pub with no Beer
But there’s nothing more lonesome without any doubt,
Than to call for a Pint in a Bar with no Stout.,