Dubh Linn Gate Après

The Guinness is expensive
But the house lager is not
The bar maids all pretty
In pleated skirts and knee socks

I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around

I come for the warmth
And rollickin’ good fun
I come to share glories
And to sum up the runs

But if it weren’t for edging
And the sense of free-fall
If it weren’t for snow
I’d not come at all