An Bael Bocht (The Poor Mouth) Lyrics

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