Sliabh(een) na mBan [Rpt]
Sliabh(een) na mBan
A loan all a loan by the wave-washed strand
And alone in a crowded hall
More interest I will pay as they gave me eight grand
But my bank account is not here at all
It lies far away on islands where I stay
In accounts where the statements are all gone
But I never will forget the Manchester 27 that I met
In the Four Seasons nowhere near Sliabh na mBan
In a Manchester Hall as me friends watched on,
and me cap passed around the group,
Oh Miriam me luv me money’s all gone,
and I now know I’m deep in the soup.
Mc Dowell is on the ball, so I’ll have to tell all,
could I say “West life gave me the few bob?
Have a word with the girls, or Jases pawn those pearls,
otherwise I’m out of a job.
It lies far away on islands where I stay
In accounts where the statements are all gone
But I never will forget the Manchester 27 that I met
In the Four Seasons nowhere near Sliabh na mBan
(to be cont. finished off)
