An Bael Bocht (The Poor Mouth)

There were only five there
With their hat in their hand prayers
Towards Glasnevin Green in the rain
As we sat in the Beal Bocht
Eating our soup stock
Erasing our dreams as a game
Arguing verses as to whose was the best
And who were the five when they laid him to rest
horus:
And I was wondering what it would take
To make you break down and cry
All has changed now all has changed
The curse is wondering why
Still I am wondering
when I hear the children sing
In those olden days
In those golden days
When we were all in love
With all that was witching
And all that was winning
With women
Writing those vain verses
That students write for lovers
But after the wine
Comes its vinegar brother
In those final days
In those banal days
When reality caught us dreaming
And humbled by hunger
And that daily
Asking for bread or a stone
Writing those verses in vain with desire
That the nurses sweep into that rewriting fire
One potato two potato three potato four
What we gonna do when there isn't any more