Having met him a couple of times I was moved by the funeral of Shane to jot this down. About my last Christmas Eve at a pub in Hammersmith, London, then run by a young Irishman, Dave The Rave. Feel free to customise it! And apologies to all!
T’was Christmas Eve babe, at The Raven,
You, me and Dave The Rave,
The place was heaving.
Our friends, they all were there,
Beer, wine, and cocktail,
Star, Coors, and Madrii, too, and of course Jam-I-son.
The craic was great that night,
The music steaming,
It wasn’t long before
The room was spinning,
I saw the drunk tank then,
As I was leaving
I fell into a kerb,
And started screaming.
And the boys from the good old Cross Keys Darts
Were singing, “That’s the way
To get a feckin’ splittin’ head on Christmas Day.”
🎄🍺
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