Full of Wine (Junior Brother)

Having ventured miles beyond the parish ditches

I soon lose the familiar scent of shit on wheat

And now, will these pockets be filled or will they fill me

Full of wine?

These anecdotes, echoed

From pub snugs, steel jugs

Old lads roaring the youth out of their faces

Twist my ears and pull my legs

From the street, through the main door

‘Til I’m the ear they echo for

Fed with talk, I gulp and sup

Another for one is never enough

Fed with talk, I gulp and sup

And onward, unaware

Fed with talk, I gulp and sup

Another for one is never enough

Fed with talk, I gulp and sup

And onward, unaware

Onward, unaware

Onward, unaware

Swimming in the stout

Watching the cream from below

The head above it sinks slowly, to where I wade

And I can’t hear the din about me

Have to sit here, at the bottom

Before my mouth will swallow me

Onward, unaware

Onward, unaware