{"id":1883,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/sally-maclennane"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"sally-maclennane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/sally-maclennane\/","title":{"rendered":"SALLY MacLENNANE"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

When Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born
\nHe played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
\nHe soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
\nAnd they all looked very happy in the morning<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nWe walked him to the station in the rain,
\nWe kissed him as we put him on the train
\nWe sang him a song of times long gone,
\nThough we knew that we’d be seeing him again
\nI’m sad to say I must be on me way,
\nSo buy me beer and whiskey cause I’m going far away
\nI’d like to think I’ll be returning when I can
\nTo the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane<\/p>\n

Now Jimmy didn’t like his place in this world of ours
\nWhere the Elephant Man broke strong men’s necks when he had too many powers
\nSo sad to see the grieving of the people that I’m leaving
\nAnd he took the road for God knows in the morning<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

The years passed by the times had changed; I grew to be a man
\nI learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane
\nI took the jeers and drank the beer and crawled back home at dawn
\nAnd ended up a barman in the morning<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
\nI talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
\nI heard them say that Jimmy’s making money far away
\nSome people left for heaven without warning<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
\nHe asked me all the details of the train that they went on
\nSome people they are scared to croak, but Jimmy drank until he choked
\nAnd took the road for heaven in the morning<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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