Boyle Traditional Singers' Circle - Ciorcal Ámhránaíochta Traidisiúnta Mhainistir na Búille

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to the Boyle Singers' circle - Ciorcal Amhránaíochta Mhainistir na Búille

Traditional unaccompanied singing, in English and Irish.

Dodd’s Crescent Bar (back room), The Crescent, Boyle, Co. Roscommon, Ireland.
The third Saturday of every month, all year around, 9.30pm onwards.

All singers and listeners welcome.


Lovers and Friends


by Sean Mone



Battles and wars leave deep wounds and scars

And deep wounds are long in the mending,

While reflecting upon all that is gone

Life rushes on to its ending.

Though the joy and the pain in our memory remain,

And by memories lifetimes are measured,

Still the times that we spend among lovers and friends

Are times we remember with pleasure.



So fill up your glass that future and past,

In harmony be determined,

For there's more friendship poured out

In one bottle of stout

Than you'll find in statute or sermon.



I've heard all the old songs, all the rights and the wrongs,

Heard prophets of doom and destruction,

Street corner messiahs, moral pariahs

Dealers in Bribes and corruption.

From the holy and wise, denials and lies,

When innocent youth was forsaken,

Yes I've watched the night end

Among lovers and friends

And been sorry to see the dawn breaking.



So fill up your glass, that future and past

In harmony be determined,

For there's more friendship poured out

In one bottle of stout

Than you'll find in statute or sermon.



There are those who are certain that drinking and courting

Are the sure road to hell and damnation,

But if that is to be, it would seem unto me,

That their god has no sense of occasion.

For to help this great plan, both woman and man,

Bring forth each new generation,

And a wee drop of stout,

And the odd bit of a holt,

Can greatly assist procreation.



So fill up your glass, throw your arm round your lass,

In harmony be determined,

For there's more friendship poured out,

In one bottle of stout,

Than you'll find in statute or sermon.



To the brashest and proudest, and those who shout loudest,

It would seem that power has been given,

To berate us deride us, separate and divide us

In the hope of their version of heaven.

But mountains and rivers will by far outlive us

And when our bones into dust they have withered,

There'll be lovers and friends who will still comprehend

The true reason we're all here together.



So fill up your glass, that future and past,

In harmony be determined,

For there's more friendship poured out

In one bottle of stout,

Than you'll find in statute or sermon.

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