Sin É

Chorus

Sin É, O Sine É

Oh, I’d drink there all day

Walk in the door and hand over my pay

If it’s not in the bookies

It’s in the till tray

Thank Josie for feeding us porter

The dubs have their hall, their stag, their MacDaids

In Belfast the crown is supposed to be great

Some say Durty Nellies the best in the state

We’ll leave them away with a caution

To the races in Mallow, we often make tracks

The coach will be loaded with folk for the craic

We’ll be glad to reach Nad when we’re on our way back

For sandwiches, pints and commotion

Chorus

There’s Princes, there’s paupers, there’s queens at the bar

There’s postcards and regards from near and from far

But if you’re an asshole you’re sure to get barred

You must pay for displays of emotion

When the weather outside it is gloomy and grey

You might stop for a drop not intending to stay

You can try as you might, will you won’t get away

You can wave a goodbye to that notion

Chorus

There’s pubs that play techno, there’s pubs that play trad

There’s pubs show Eastenders, those pubs drive you mad

So I’ll stay in Sin E for it I’ll be glad

As my life makes its circular motion

When I take my last sip and can’t take any more

I pray lay me out on the counter or floor

And when I am waked take me out and next door

To O’Connors in one fluid motion

Mick Lynch ‘07