The Pool Song

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[Verse 1]
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May the Lord upon high who rules the
 sky
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Look down on our pubs and bars
C                         Am
And the women and men all seated 
within
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Neglecting their pints and their 
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jars
C                        Am
The craic it is bad, the atmosphere 
sad
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Every man has a face like a mule
C                       Am
For all he can do is to grab an old 
cue
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And start playing that game of pool

[Verse 2]
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Well, when I was a boy it was always
 me joy
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To go to the pub each night
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There were arguments scraps and 
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killings perhaps
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And everyone thought he was right
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There were badgers and dogs, and men
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 from the bogs
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And young fellows acting the tool
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But now there's no crack, for 
everyman Jack
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Has his arse in the air playing pool

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[Verse 3]
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To the local ale house after milking
 the cows
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Every customer made his way
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And there he would dwell and drink 
till he fell
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While the fiddles and pipes they 
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did play
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The jigs and the reels, the rattling
 of heels
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Polkas and slides were the rule
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But now there's no chance of a tune 
or a dance
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For everyone's playing the ould pool

[Verse 4]
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Well, this pool you will find is a 
game designed
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For foolish illiterate louts
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You push in four bob and you pull an
 old knob
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And a big shower of balls they come 
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out
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They're placed on a table and then 
if you're able
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To knock them all into a hole
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More money goes in, you start over 
again
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And you lose every bob of your dole

[Verse 5]
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Now in the Irish Free State, all the
 people are bate
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From watching and playing this game
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In their necks they have cricks, 
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that no doctor could fix
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And their backs and their shoulders 
are maimed
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Their arses protrude in a manner 
most lewd
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From being hoisted aloft in the air
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And their eyeballs are sore, and 
dripping in gore
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And they act in a manner most quare

[Verse 6]
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So if you meet a young man, who's 
face it is wan
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And his eyes have a vacant stare
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His jawbone is slack, and his head 
is thrown back
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And he can't tell a cob from a mare
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His nostrils dilated, his brow 
corrugated
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His manners like those of a fool
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On your shirt you can bet, that you 
have just met
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A man that's gone plain mad from 
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pool